As they spoke, the battle in the Prisoner Arena was reaching its climax.
Ye Wushuang gazed down. In the Prisoner Arena, two figures flickered back and forth. They were both powerful Cultivators of the Yin Yang Realm, and their attacks were terrifying. Each strike was delivered with their full strength in a desperate attempt to land a fatal blow and be the one to walk out of the arena alive.
To one side of the cage, a black-robed elder watched, waiting to announce the final result.
"Die!"
As the battle concluded, one of the burly youths let out a hoarse roar, lifting his Battle Axe and viciously chopping down.
The other youth swung his sword to block.
CLANG!
The Battle Axe struck the Treasure Sword, erupting with a deafening crash. A vast wave of energy swept out in all directions. In the end, the youth with tied-up hair was outmatched and sent flying by the shockwave.
