Xinglong City, the Zhao Family's Dao Field, was in the midst of the semi-final stage of the most intense part of the annual competition among the Eight Branches, vying for the top sixteen to advance into the top eight.
"Next up, Zhao Yanqi of the Shen Character Lineage against Zhao Dehan of the Xin Character Lineage, please both debaters come out to the field!"
No sooner had the voice faded than two figures flew out from the crowd. They pierced through a white light barrier and landed in a large Dao Field that was two hundred zhang long and one hundred eighty zhang wide, entirely paved with yellow soil.
At this moment, the Dao Field was full of pits and uneven surfaces, strewn with traces of smoke and fire, and swamps and frost left behind from previous fights.
Around the edges of the combat field, eight barrier light shields were erected, enclosing it. Standing at the edge of the area outside the barriers was a crowd of people.
