Watching the two with varying degrees of injury in the field, the immortals discussed animatedly, still with lingering fear, stunned by the Extreme Dao confrontation that had just taken place.
"You lost!"
Looking back at the field, where the glimmering lights spread, a voice sounded forth, like the sound of the Great Dao itself, vibrating through the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
It was the Tianyu Emperor speaking, ready to settle the outcome of this battle.
Xu Yang, however, remained unruffled, his divine light shattered around him, with ash and dust falling like rain.
These were the ashes of magical treasures, spiritual treasures, and even immortal artifacts.