The Platinum Dragon God's words had barely fallen.
The prodigies in the arena sprang into action.
The Dragon Clan prodigies were the most numerous. They exchanged glances and actually joined forces first to drive out everyone outside the Dragon Clan.
The young people outside the Dragon Clan were clever too, and likewise banded together.
For a time, saber energy tore through the air and sword intent blazed sharp and fierce. Water dragons swept across the arena, flames scattered, spells shone in splendor, and battle qi surged into the heavens.
Amid all those arts and techniques, a flying sword glowing with a soft, precious light darted back and forth across the battlefield, sweeping all before it and drawing countless eyes.
On the high platform.
Jiang Yang sat at ease, a faint smile in his golden eyes.
"Constana, it looks like he still prefers fighting the way you taught him."
"Hmph, what else would he use? My methods embody the essence of countless years of Immortal Clan civilization. A junior with a mere few thousand years behind him like you could hardly compare."
Constana proudly puffed out her little chest, which had nothing to puff out, and declared.
"Indeed, the Immortal Clan Arts are exquisitely refined. They can leverage less power into tremendous strength."
Jiang Yang nodded with a smile.
Although he considered himself unmatched in combat, he did not think everyone else was trash. There were even some methods among the Immortal Clan Arts that he thought he could incorporate into his own combat arts.
The battle in the arena continued.
As time passed, fewer and fewer people remained standing.
By just before sunset, only ten people stood in the arena.
Yuhua was one of them.
Of those ten, only two actually came from the Dragon Clan. The others included members