"Can a battle between Martial Sects really be this intense?" Zhonghang Wang and others were somewhat shocked as they watched the scene before them. In the sky above the square, dozens of dragon-shaped energy streams raced back and forth, filling the entire airspace.
"Truly a duel among top-tier geniuses!" an elder in the crowd said, his face full of emotion.
"Yes, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a fight of the ages."
"It's no surprise Wei Qianxiang is performing well, he is the Young Master of Snow Dragon Mountain, a favored son of heaven. But Ye Xuan, having left for less than a year, how did he become so powerful? It's really strange."
Many of the elders and disciples of Xuanbing Mansion were discussing fervently, their expressions excited, mainly because the battle was too intense and it was a clash of the younger generation, which made many disciples' blood boil even more.
"This guy, his progress is too fast, he's practically a monster."
