Countless were watching the arena in King Li's Palace, viewing two people fighting onstage. The spectators were unusually silent.
Everyone was drawn to what was happening on the battlefield.
"Some power indeed," many gasped. The battles had gone far enough that they consisted almost exclusively of clashes between titans at the pinnacle of their training. All of the mighty ones remaining were frighteningly powerful.
There was only one person who took to the sky over the battlefield, whose palm was infused with the might of the great path, erupting through the air and down on his opponent. The fighter at the receiving end was unable to hold out for long and was quickly thrown back.
"18 consecutive victories."
Many were astonished at the scene playing out before them.
A lithe figure clad in a golden, elegant robe was visible on the platform. His gaze was condescending, and he stood tall in the air.
