Chapter 638: Showdown at the Plaza
Northern Cang City's central plaza was already a sea of people.
The enormous plaza, capable of holding hundreds of thousands, had its surrounding viewing stands packed with Martial Artists from every direction. Quite a few figures also hovered in the air, some standing atop flying swords, others suspended in midair—all cultivators of considerable strength.
"Today's duel is truly a rare sight."
"Isn't that so? Lord Black Wind of the Dark Church is a half-step Saint Venerable Realm expert. In the entire Northern Cang Region, there aren't many who can exchange blows with him."
"I heard Shen Xiu is no simple man either. At such a young age, he's already at the peak of the ninth level of the Saint Monarch Realm. He might truly be able to cause Lord Black Wind some trouble."
"Cause trouble? Heh, you think too highly of that brat. The gap between the ninth level of the Saint Monarch Realm and the half-step Saint Venerable Realm isn't just a little bit."
At the very center of the plaza stood a towering martial arena built from special stone. Its surface was incomparably vast, spanning a full thousand zhang in every direction. Layer upon layer of barriers had been set around the arena, clearly to prevent the battle's aftershocks from harming the innocent.
On a raised platform directly north of the martial arena, Lord Black Wind sat upright in a black chair. Clad in a black robe, his face was sinister, and an eerie chill flickered in his eyes. Faint black aura coiled around him, giving him an unfathomable air.
Behind him stood seven or eight elders and protectors from the Dark Church. Each possessed a deep and powerful aura, clearly none of them were ordinary figures.
"Lord Black Wind, Shen Xiu