Chu Hao swung his palms, giving it his all.
"Slash." Ling Tianhe roared, swinging his blade again.
Sky Wind Eight Styles, Fourth Style, Splitting Earth.
Boom.
With a heavy sound, the stage couldn't withstand the terrifying impact of the two's powers and collapsed.
Dust filled the air, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
Who won?
A cold wind blew, sending chills to everyone, and it also swept the dust away, revealing the scene where the stage used to be.
Chu Hao and Ling Tianyun were both standing, about five meters apart.
Still no winner?
Chu Hao suddenly turned around and started walking away.
Did he lose?
Yeah, if he didn't lose, why would he leave?
"Well done, Clan Brother Tianyun."
"People from the Lower World just can't compare to us."
"Even if one is a genius, they still have to lose to Clan Brother Tianyun."
