The moment the host's voice fell, Ye Mingxiao took the lead and swept onto the stage.
He had a refined appearance, and it was hard to see much emotion on his face.
He still grasped a silver-white spear in his hand, its tip shimmering with a faint golden flowing light in the sunlight.
Ye An landed right after, the blue and white figure standing at the opposite end of the stage.
Ye Mingxiao cupped his fists in Ye An's direction, a hint of hesitation carrying in his tone: "You share the surname Ye as well?"
Neither of them was good at talking, but for some reason, when Ye Mingxiao thought of how Ye An also shared the surname Ye, he involuntarily opened his mouth to ask one more thing.
Ye An nodded in response, in the end only saying a single word: "Please."
Hearing Ye An's words, Ye Mingxiao likewise replied: "Please!"
Ye An had not brought a sword onto the stage, and Ye Mingxiao had originally wanted to ask why Ye An did not bring a sword up-after all, according to the information, Ye An's sword techniques were at the Realm of Perfection level.
Yet Ye An appeared to dislike talking, and he himself was not here to chat, so he couldn't be bothered to ask again.
The battle was triggered at a touch!
Ye Mingxiao's long spear danced back and forth, his entire person transforming directly into a straight, silver-white line that charged straight at Ye An!
Half-Yuanized Gold-Fire True Essence coiled around the tip of the spear, and the aura of his entire body, which had originally been reined in, erupted abruptly, descending like the stern and desolate air of a battlefield.
The spear intent in Ye Mingxiao's strike carried a trace of slaughter from the battlefield,