"The duel begins!"
A soft voice echoed across tens of thousands of peaks within Wuliang Mountain.
The peaks rose and fell, with the highest main peak towering over ten thousand feet, piercing the clouds, while the lower peaks on the outskirts measured several hundred feet tall.
A Taoist holy land covered in lush greenery.
However, at this moment, Wuliang Mountain appeared dim and somber.
The mountain hanging inverted in the sky loomed down, not only blocking the sunlight but also stirring the hearts of many disciples of Wuliang Mountain.
"Who will win?"
"It must be the ancestor!"
"The ancestor has cultivated for thousands of years, being the junior disciple of our founder Daoist Fantian, his cultivation has long surpassed the mortal realm."
"Moreover, with the Fantian Taoist skill he practices... I can't imagine how Chen Yi could win."
"How could decades of Sword Dao from Chen Yi defeat a thousand-year-old Divine Power Realm skill?"
