They had previously feared the Yin-Yang Sacred Land's newly emerged Flawless Taiyi, but now there was nothing to fear. The advantage was on their side, so they naturally fought with unparalleled fervor.
In just one exchange, the Yin-Yang Sacred Land's many powerhouses were utterly crushed.
After all, the disparity in numbers was right there.
Above the battlefield, two old men stared at one another.
"Old fellow, who would have thought? Who would have thought that you and I would meet again—and that when we did, it would be in this manner."
"But old fellow, you still have plenty of lifespan left. Are you really willing to let this junior squander the foundation you painstakingly amassed over all these years?"
The old man clad in black-and-white robes spoke with a grave expression.
This old man was Jiang Feng, the Yin-Yang Sacred Land's Grand Elder and its true progenitor. His cultivation at the peak of the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm was enough to seize the wonders of heaven and earth, shaking heaven and earth themselves.
"Hahaha, old thing, I'm old. This is the young people's world now. When one is old, one should admit it."
"Besides, you must be incredibly jealous of me, aren't you? Jealous that my Wang Family produced a Qilin child?"
The Wang Family's ancestor, Wang Shengming, laughed heartily.
"Jealous? Perhaps. But more than that, I envy you—envy the luck surrounding you, old fellow."
"You're already half-buried in the earth, yet you still possess such fortune. Fate toys with people, fate toys with people indeed."
"You and I fought all our lives, and in the end, I was still a step behind. Sigh."
"Enough, enough. One wrong step leads to every step being wrong. Old fellow, come—our final battle."
Jiang Feng laughed loudly, though his expression remained solemn.