The Human Race patriarch's words went straight to what everyone most wanted to know.
For a moment, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward Tai Shang in unison, making him frown helplessly.
He recalled the final moments of the battle in High Heaven, when the Golden Crow had employed the ultimate arts of slaughter and spat out Great Sun True Fire at the last instant, setting half his body ablaze.
And as the black-and-white Dao diagram and the golden Great Sun wore away completely, he had abruptly unleashed his ultimate hidden divine ability, Reverse Yin and Yang, shredding the Golden Crow's wings and tail feathers.
Both sides had been utterly exhausted, their means depleted, yet neither could do anything to the other.
If they kept fighting, they could only perish together!
Both were men of great ambition, great wisdom, and great perseverance, and naturally would not do anything unwise.
If both died here, the Human Race and the Demon Race would essentially be finished as well.
With no other choice, Tai Shang had agreed to Jiang Yang's request to stop fighting. Only after reaching an agreement at Jiang Yang's suggestion had he returned to his people's lands to recuperate.
His thoughts returned to the present.
Tai Shang answered nonetheless.
"Taiyi and I fought to a draw."
He deliberately stopped referring to Jiang Yang as the Golden Crow. In his eyes, Taiyi was that man's title.
As for the original Golden Crow, what even was that?
Everyone knew that Taiyi was the name the Golden Crow had given himself a thousand years ago.
Interestingly, the names Taiyi and Tai Shang were extremely similar.
Everyone was surprised by Tai Shang's answer.
Over the past thousand years, they had grown accustomed to the fact that Tai Shang was invincible in the