Wudang Mountain, Golden Summit.
The morning sun rises, a red glow faintly appears.
Above the clouds, Ma Ran and Zhao Guanlan stand facing each other, without a single wasted word, their eyes meet, and they start fighting immediately.
On the usually crowded Golden Summit, at this moment, only Li Xing is present.
He holds a perpetual motion camera, aiming it at the sky torn by lightning, his whole body trembling.
On the Earth Super Forum, viewers from various countries watching the live stream are cursing the cameraman for being unprofessional, saying they should replace him.
Li Xing glanced at his phone, smoke almost coming out of his ears in anger, and directly retorted: "Yes! My hands are shaking!"
"But at least I can still stand here, barely aiming the camera!"
"If you were here, you'd probably have fainted on the spot by now!"
