Zhou Bailan and Lin Shaofeng had chosen an open stretch of ground beside the Sacred Hall as the site of their decisive battle. It was not far away.
By this moment, quite a few people had already gathered.
Most of them were human geniuses from the Sacred Hall.
After all, Lin Shaofeng and Zhou Bailan were both human geniuses to begin with. With the two fighting to the death, it was naturally the human race that paid the most attention.
Chen Fan spotted Yong Guan among the crowd at a glance and sped forward.
"Senior Brother Yong Guan."
"Chen Fan, you came too." Yong Guan nodded slightly upon seeing Chen Fan.
"Senior Brother—" As Yong Guan's fellow disciple, Duo Ge naturally came over as well.
Yong Guan nodded at them, then sighed.
"Two human Heavenly Prodigies, both so young, yet they insist on deciding life and death. What a pity..."
Chen Fan merely raised his brows slightly and remained silent.
The Sacred Hall was different from a sect. Its cultivation system was exceedingly brutal. It cared nothing for the grudges and enmities among its disciples, nor did it ever forbid those within from fighting to the death.
So long as they did not make a move inside the Sacred Hall, anything went!
In truth, very few who became immortals or Demon God Kings had cultivated their way there through secluded meditation alone.
Ninety-nine out of a hundred had quite a bit of blood on their hands.
Just then—
A streak of azure light tore across the sky.
"It's Zhou Bailan!"
"Zhou Bailan is here!"
The surrounding martial artists began discussing among themselves.
Chen Fan also raised his brows and looked up.
Zhou Bailan sped over from afar, but his gaze immediately fell upon Chen Fan. Their eyes met briefly.
"Junior