Bang bang bang bang...
Space continued to shatter without end. The crowd could only vaguely make out the two fighting amid the fragments of space, but every time they appeared, they were wildly ferocious, crushing everyone until they could barely breathe.
Before they knew it, blood had appeared on both of them.
They were beginning to look bedraggled, yet their fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest. If anything, it was growing ever stronger.
Both were terrifying geniuses, both constantly improving in battle.
"Que Yi, that brat from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm must die."
The Spirit Race geniuses had also been severely wounded by the previous clash of Army-Slaying Formations and lay sprawled on the ground. Their eyes, brimming with icy killing intent, fixed on Sikong Jing. He had already fought Zhe Ying to a draw.
A person like this could never be allowed to live.
The remaining six hundred-plus Spirit Race geniuses all nodded heavily.
The Spirit Race were the masters of every clan and every hall. They did not want to see such a genius emerge from some hall. Driven by jealousy, they had to kill Sikong Jing—but they were too badly wounded to help Zhe Ying.
"He is a Sword Clan initiate. Perhaps he will never amount to much," Que Yi said, not entirely certain.
In any case, they could not intervene now. They could only watch Zhe Ying and Sikong Jing battle.
And this battle would not end anytime soon. The two had gone mad to the extreme, suddenly leaving the area as they fought their way out.
An hour later, they fought their way back again.
Both looked even more wretched, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths. Zhe Ying, who had always stood high above everyone else, seemed increasingly unable