The two Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal powerhouses traded blows while praising each other. Unable to make out the details of their fight, the crowd could only hear them complimenting one another, leaving everyone so awkward they practically clawed at the floor.
These two had not fought to any meaningful extent; the few breaths of their exchange had all been spent boasting about themselves.
"Old fellow, if this keeps up, we'll be laying it on a little too thick. Let's show some real skill and settle this in one move."
"That was exactly my intention."
Heavenly Martial Sage and Blood Demon Child exchanged a glance, then nodded together in perfect tacit understanding.
The reward offered by the Wang Family was, at most, enough to have the two of them put on a show. As for fighting to the death? That was simply impossible.
The price of merely getting them to make a move was already extraordinary. Asking them to engage in a life-and-death battle? That was utterly out of the question.
Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal powerhouses would not casually make enemies of one another. Reaching such cultivation was no easy feat, and they would never fight to the death over a few treasures.
For a moment, a terrifying pressure descended over the entire plaza, and the faces of the Wang Family disciples flushed crimson.
That pressure was far too frightening; their bodies could barely withstand it.
Yet the next moment, a barrier appeared above the thunder. Looking over, the crowd saw Wang Feng watching the Arena with a grim expression.
Now that the two Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal powerhouses were getting serious, even a stray wisp of aura they accidentally released could kill the Wang Family disciples around them.
As the head of the Wang Family, how could Wang Feng possibly