Wisps of translucent light drifted from each clash, slipping effortlessly through the defensive barrier before dissolving into Ye Jun's body.
Hidden behind the rim of his jade cup, the corners of Ye Jun's mouth curled upward.
'That's it... keep going. Decades of painstaking clan inheritance, handed to me over a single cup of wine. Gimme everything!'
Beside him, Song Liangxue watched the battle in composed silence.
Without taking her eyes off the arena, she reached over and placed another spirit fruit onto Ye Jun's plate.
Neither of them spoke.
They simply continued watching, as though the clash unfolding before the gathered powers was no more distracting than a passing breeze.
On the platform, the duel reached its climax.
The bronze rings reinforcing Guan Yong's lance had begun to glow a dull red beneath Huo Yan's relentless flames.
Yet the northern warrior never yielded an inch.
