Agreement

Of course.

All of this was merely conjecture drawn from her conversation with Yi Feng.

As for the specifics, further proof was still needed.

Just then.

The ripples of battle came from nearby.

Everyone had a desire to watch a spectacle.

The two walked to an open area and saw two people fighting as they streaked across the sky.

In a world of immortal cultivation, such battles were utterly commonplace.

Boom!

One of them swung down with his sword.

The sky was instantly torn open by a massive gash, exposing spatial rifts.

Rampaging currents of force filled the entire sky, wind blades scattered everywhere.

Yet his opponent dodged the strike, and it cut through empty air.

The missed slash struck the ground, splitting a small mountain range in two as easily as rotten wood, while the river nearby was cut off at once.

It was truly earth-shaking!

The two had clearly fought to a white-hot stage. They remained entangled in midair, fighting as they flew, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared from the pair's sight.

The woman's expression remained as still as an ancient well from start to finish.

Though such a battle was dazzling and appeared earth-shattering, their actual strength was merely so-so.

After reaching the Dao Mirror, the fluctuations produced in battle were drawn inward, without the slightest excess leaking out.

This was especially true for realms after merging with the Dao. They killed invisibly, competing through their respective Daos.

Thus, attacks that looked flashy and gaudy but had little practical use were often unleashed by people of low realms.

They were probably around the Seventh or Eighth Tribulation Realm.

Misty Red found it utterly uninteresting.

However.

Yi Feng stood there with his mouth open, his face filled with admiration.

"Such a cool attack—what peerless masters..."