The clashing of blades was fierce and relentless.
Each time their swords brushed, blood splattered into the air, and the heavy energy beneath the fighting platform cracked the floor into pieces.
Dust and stone fragments scattered wildly in all directions.
The battle was so fierce and wild that it could easily be called a fight for life and death.
This wasn’t just a simple contest to measure the skill levels of late-stage cultivators.
“They look like they’re going to tear each other apart…”
“Both of their attainment in the Dao arts is astonishing, but what’s even more surprising is their fearless attitude toward wounds. That’s not something a late-stage cultivator’s age would usually allow.”
“Shouldn’t someone stop them? One of them’s going to get seriously hurt if this keeps up.”
The crowd watching was wearing pale, tense faces as the two boys swiped at and cut one another without even an inch of hesitation.
Only those who had reached the level of true masters could watch their duel with a clear, collected gaze.
Moreover, the elders, familiar with the deep history of their families, nodded solemnly.