"They've made their move. Who will win this battle, I wonder?"
"It will definitely be the Quasi-Divine Son of our Desolate Ancient Sacred Land."
"It has been a long time since we last saw a battle between the Quasi-Divine Sons of two Sacred Lands."
"This is a clash between the Half-Step Chaos Body and the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body."
"Back in Di Tian's era, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body of our Desolate Ancient Sacred Land had not yet matured and failed to fight him. Who would have thought that regret would be made up for through his disciple?"
"Lord Quasi-Divine Son must win!"
Around the plaza, countless disciples of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land were discussing animatedly, all of them watching the spectacular battle in the arena with eager faces.
On the raised platform, the upper echelons of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, along with Di Tian and the others, were also staring unblinkingly at the fierce clash between Xiao Yun and Yang Yiming.
They all knew that this was a true battle between peerless prodigies, a fight at the same cultivation realm between the young supreme of the previous era and the young supreme of this era.
Their battle could be called a contest between the strongest talents.
Their battle was also extraordinarily thrilling. Even some Saints of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land had been alerted, and immense waves of divine sense extended toward the plaza, secretly observing this fight between young supremes.
Boom!
In the arena, Yang Yiming fought barehanded, freely unleashing domineering fist intent. His fist force was terrifying beyond measure, capable of splitting stars above and severing rivers and seas below. It was terrifying to the extreme.
Everyone could see clearly that this was not some divine fist technique. These were merely fist moves Yang Yiming