"I lost again."
Ai Changyuan let out a wry smile, candidly admitting defeat.
At his words, the entire square seemed to freeze over, deathly silent.
After a long moment, applause began to ripple through the crowd, slowly at first. Then, the cheers grew louder, eventually building into a thunderous roar of excitement.
That was incredible! Truly incredible!
The techniques the two of them displayed were astonishing enough to take even ghosts and spirits by surprise, and not something even a typical Foundation Establishment stage cultivator could hope to achieve. And that final chase—it was the clash of mana with tactics, strength with strategy.
On a deeper level, it illustrated how much these two individuals understood the Great Dao, far surpassing everyone else.
Amidst the cheering, Wang Qi relaxed the mana in his feet and slid down to the ground along the energy restrictions, then walked over to Ai Changyuan and pulled out the Kun Mountain Sword.