Dusk fell as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Wild geese drifted among the fiery evening clouds while horses galloped freely, pursued by the encroaching darkness. It was all so beautiful.
The scene may have been beautiful, but Fang Xuan, Lu Yao, Second Uncle Fang, and the others were feeling anything but calm.
At this moment, they were gazing at Fang Yang and Lin Tianxue, who were facing off in the arena.
Waiting for a single command, Fang Yang and Lin Tianxue would begin their deadly battle. The winner would go on to challenge Qingmang for the title of champion.
Before the match, the mainstream opinion was that it was a toss-up, roughly a fifty-fifty chance. However, most people were inclined to believe that this was where Fang Yang's journey would end.
Everyone thought that Fang Yang and Lin Tianxue were evenly matched, with Fang Yang perhaps even being a bit stronger. But his White Feathered Eagle was truly no match for the Wind Snow Sparrow.
