Eternal Holy Emperor

Two lords soared into the sky, breaking free from the small world created by the Martial Arts Arena, their momentum soaring and trembling the heavens as they stood opposed, each in their own sphere of existence, dripping with fresh blood.

Obviously, in the battle they had just fought, both had sustained injuries.

Wind King stood tall in the void, his blue robe torn, the armor underneath revealed, a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and terrible wounds on his body. His left shoulder had been pierced through by Zhao Wudao’s War Spear, front to back, leaving it grievously open.

While such injuries would not be fatal for kings of their stature, they certainly diminished the strength in his left arm, making it less functional than before.

Naturally, Zhao Wudao was not in any better shape than Zhao Feng. He too had a terrifying wound on his chest, deep enough to reveal bone, with fresh blood staining his robe. His Battle Armor had been sliced open, with Sword Qi ravaging the wound, difficult to heal, suppressed only by his exertion of King Divine Power.

It could be said that both suffered severe injuries in the battle.

Despite being bloodied and badly wounded, the two lords still locked eyes, full of War Intent, standing off at a distance, still wishing to engage in another battle.

However, elders from both sides rushed out, protecting their respective lords, preventing them from going forward to fight to the death. Otherwise, it was very likely one would be slain on the spot, and the other would not fare much better, critically injured and close to death. It wasn’t worth it.

After the battle of the Two Kings, the vast Martial Arts Arena was nearly in ruins, battered and broken.

Everyone was shocked at the display of the lords’ power—indeed, it was extraordinary and could not be taken lightly.

At this moment, from the Divine Ship of Canglan Sacred Land, the Saint Heir of Canglan stepped out, gently landing on the ravaged Martial Arts Arena.