"Unexpectedly, Brother is also hiding such depth..."
During their clash, Wen Ruxiu's dark golden cold eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Yino was too busy straining, he clenched his teeth as he started to pay attention to the other's teasing.
However...
Wen Ruxiu, on the other end of the contest, was a completely different picture.
His expression remained unreadable, his words casual, but the bulging veins and ancient cursed symbols on his arm showed he was exerting force. The disparity in strength was clear at a glance.
As Wen Ruxiu gradually pressed the staff forward, the hundreds of disciples in the Liuli Divine Hall collectively gasped.
Everyone's expressions turned grim. No one could have imagined that two chief disciples of immortal sects could be on completely different levels!
"This duel seems to lack a certain... spectacle."
"How about we change the rules?"
