Outside, the cultivators watching the battle were all somewhat speechless.
Because they could not see anything.
The entire arena was shrouded in darkness; they had no idea what was happening inside.
Other than the sounds, there was nothing.
Only the Quasi-Saints and great powers seated at the very top could clearly see what was happening within the arena.
"Tut, tut, tut. Darkest Domain—your boy's Decent Comprehension is quite impressive. He has mastered such an art to this extent."
"Indeed. This generation's Dao Child of the Dao Sect truly has some substance."
"I'd say this little fellow really can exchange a few moves with Jingming."
Several old men stroked their beards and laughed heartily.
The old man from the Dao Sect merely smiled faintly.
"His opponent is quite good as well."
"Steady and calm."
"The victor has yet to be decided, but in my view, Changsheng will lose this battle."
The old man from the Dao Sect stroked his beard and shook his head slightly.
He did not take a single word of the flattering remarks around him to heart.
"You have a point. This little fellow called Ye Lin is quite good too. If Changsheng has no other tricks up his sleeve, he may truly lose."
The middle-aged man seated beside him looked down upon hearing this.
After a single glance, he nodded lightly in agreement.
"Changsheng has only just emerged from seclusion. It is already very good that he can fight to this extent."
"Seeking no contention with the world—your Dao Sect's teaching methods are wrong to begin with. Such a fine seedling was nearly ruined by you."
"Exactly. Seeking no contention with the world? Better to contend with heaven and contend with earth."
Listening to the words of the powerful figures around him, the old man from the