The air in the battlefield seemed to solidify.
Song Yan and Senior Brother Kong You stood dozens of feet apart.
At this moment, the water drop pendant on Senior Brother Kong You's chest began to glow faintly.
Between the Ancient Vine Forest, a light mist began to rise, and the moss on the stones gradually became damp.
The mist grew thicker and thicker. Senior Brother Kong You's gaze was solemn, his hands naturally hung down, and there was a faint gathering of lightning in his palms.
Song Yan raised his right hand slightly, shielding Gu Qingqing behind him.
"Qingqing, farther away."
Gu Qingqing nodded vigorously like a chick pecking rice, then quickly scurried away.
Senior Brother Kong You also spoke, "A Yun, go farther away."
...
Kong Yun glanced at Song Yan with some apprehension, then silently retreated.
This scene left the Cultivators watching around them a little confused.
"These two... are they going to have a one-on-one decisive battle?"
