The other Elders listened and nodded, clearly agreeing with this assessment.
Just then, the Main Peak Steward on the Cyan Qilin Platform announced in a loud voice, "Begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked off the Cyan Qilin Platform. In an instant, only Yang Jing and Zhao Chong remained on the vast stage.
The two faced each other from a distance, their gazes clashing in mid-air. An invisible aura surged between them, causing even the surrounding wind to seemingly still.
On the cyan bluestone, the white and black robes stood in stark contrast. A fierce battle that had captured everyone's attention was about to erupt at any moment.
Clad in his black robes, Zhao Chong stared intently at Yang Jing, his feet rooted to the spot. He had no intention of making the first move.
Yang Jing's expression turned solemn. He knew Zhao Chong was biding his time, waiting for him to expose a weakness.
