Two days flew by as quickly as a swift horse passing a gap.
Luming Island, which was always tranquil and serene like a paradise, was now completely engulfed by a thick atmosphere of tension.
The sky above the island seemed to have been dyed a murky grey by the solemn air, with clouds hanging low, suffocatingly close.
The island had already gathered countless people from the Jianghu who had hurried over from all directions upon hearing the news.
They formed groups, whispering in hushed tones, or stood alone in silence with a heavy gaze.
Among the crowd, there were knights with long swords, burly men with large blades on their backs, and strange people dressed in bizarre clothes.
Their eyes occasionally turned towards the observatory in the center of the island, the battlefield where today's duel would take place.
Hu Ba's reputation was particularly resonant in the Jianghu.
Although he was not a Great Grandmaster, his cultivation was terrifying enough to be on par with one.
