Of course, even if Wang Dali could win, it would definitely be a pyrrhic victory. In any case, he would not win easily.
Ye Lin slowly closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to who would win or lose.
In the distance, Venerable Mo Xing also slowly closed his eyes. He was adjusting himself, doing his utmost to bring his condition to its peak.
Though he could not tell who would win, he knew that this was merely children playing house and not worth taking seriously at all.
All he needed to do was bring himself to his peak state and prepare for the truly hard battle to come.
Although Ye Lin had not made a move, the instincts of a powerhouse told him that Ye Lin was an exceptionally troublesome opponent.
He needed to bring his physical condition to its peak to face Ye Lin.
The great battle continued.
Blood Pupil gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his eyes barely blinking as he stared unflinchingly at the movements of the two men.
In the distance, the eleven imperial dynasty lords were also watching without pause. They stared fixedly at the battle without moving an inch, afraid of missing some spectacular moment.
A life-and-death battle between two imperial dynasty lords was something utterly unprecedented.
In the past, a life-and-death duel between imperial dynasty lords? Even if one wanted to watch it, there would have been no chance.
Now that they could see it, they naturally had to cherish the opportunity.
As time passed, the injuries on both men grew increasingly severe.
Everyone began to tense up.
Because they knew the victor would soon be decided.
"Boy Wei, remember this: back then, even your father did not dare speak loudly before me."
"Today, dying beneath my blade is your honor."