After an unknown period, the sound of exploding water echoed in everyone's ears.
It was as if they suddenly regained their hearing, their hearts filled with inexplicable strangeness and terror.
Xiong Chan and Fu Xuan separated their fists and palms.
Xiong Chan took three steps back, his form slightly swaying, while Fu Xuan also retreated three steps, his stance unwavering.
At the center of both sides, a sand pit visibly appeared.
Dust and sand filled the sky.
Fu Xuan and Xiong Chan almost levitated in mid-air, powered by the strong air currents stirred by their own blood and energy.
However, neither side intended to engage further.
This Martial Saint's duel seemingly concluded with an encounter not particularly intense.
"Good." Facing the younger man who was at least a generation younger, Fu Xuan had to admit that a new era had begun.
No matter how he struggled, the coming era was no longer something they, the elders, could dominate.
"Let's go."
