"It's here."
Xiao Yan rose to his feet and rolled his neck, joints popping in a series of sharp cracks.
Unlike Shi Hao, he didn't leap onto the arena. He strolled down from the spectator platform, taking the steps one at a time.
His crimson robe stirred gently in the still air. The aura of Heavenly Flames coursed around him, now blazing, now subdued, as natural as breathing.
Tang San descended from the other side of the spectator platform, his blue-silver hair drifting behind him, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.
The hazy phantoms of the Sea God and Asura God appeared behind him, their divine kingly pressure spreading in every direction.
The two stepped onto the arena at the same time, standing ten zhang apart, facing one another.
The spectator stands fell quiet. Everyone held their breath.
Xiao Yan and Tang San were both recognized by the group as inspiring role models.
However, in terms of cultivation, Xiao Yan was a full major realm above Tang San.
Xiao Yan was at the peak of the Heavenly Sovereign realm, equivalent to the late-stage Heavenly Immortal realm.
Tang San had a soul power level of 138, equivalent to the peak of the Human Immortal realm.
But Xiao Yan had suppressed his strength to the peak of the Human Immortal realm too. Tang San also had one method after another at his disposal—hidden weapons, martial souls, domains, divine artifacts. No one could say for certain that he would lose.
Xiao Yan spoke first, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Tang San, we've chatted in the group for so long. It's about time we finally met."
Tang San gave a slight nod, his gaze calm. "I've been looking forward to it as well."
Xiao Yan smiled and raised his right hand. A