Unexpectedly, it seems now that if the two do not become Gods and Ancestors in this battle, it would be a futile fight, unavoidable of a deadlock.
"Battle of the Ancestral Gods!"
Around Spirit Lake, throughout the five regions, everyone's hearts burned with excitement.
Not to mention anything else, today they are sure to witness the true Sword Opening Mystical Gate, perhaps sealing two Sword Gods.
As for whether these two Sword Gods will die or meet another fate, that remains to be seen.
"To ponder..."
Hua Changdeng silently repeated, draining his cup of wine, looking at Bazhun'an:
"An ancient swordsman moves forward unyieldingly, what need is there to ponder?"
Suddenly, Spirit Lake rippled.
Everyone could see, vaguely gathering above Bazhun'an's head, the imposing force that lingered, shattered into nothing as Hua Changdeng placed his cup on the stone table.
No denial...
