The vast square was unmistakably divided into three separate battlefields.
On the first, a crazed old man faced off against fifty Martial Emperors of the Void Origin Realm, his body riddled with wounds.
On the second, Pan Eunuch engaged in fierce combat with Min Yuntian; they had exchanged merely one move, yet had already revealed their formidable strengths, both being top-notch Martial Emperors of the Heavenly Realm.
On the third, and perhaps where the outcome was most apparent, a middle-aged man in white from the Ancestral Temple wielded a long whip that enveloped the Kirin from the Flying Horse Dynasty.
And at that moment, the young man known as Kirin made his move; with a swing of his sword, a violent storm raged, making it impossible to discern whether it was Sword Qi forming the wind or the wind itself forging the Sword Qi.
Clang!
