“Ling Donglai is a peak third-level now.” Su Yun was blind but his spiritual awareness and divine intents became much stronger.

The scholar slightly nodded: “These historical geniuses cultivate very quickly in just a year. My list will be broken due to their growing speed.”

Su Yun replied: “Ling Donglai is blessed with luck, Feiyun needs to break his providence in order to win.”

The scholar agreed again. Only someone with the greatest of providence and blessing could randomly find spirit treasures and the resting place of an Enlightened Being.

This was a top battle of new heroes; one was the luckiest while the other the most talented. The result was impossible to guess.

However, Donglai had the upper hand right now.

“Boom!” Rain of light descended as the two crushed the stage. Massive power surged out causing the other young ones to go flying.

Everyone erected a personal defensive barrier while retreating.

The two flew out from the bright spectacle and more rays shot out. They darted back and forth in the air, landing on the trees, ground, or the ruins and palaces.

Feiyun was as fast as a phantom while Ling Donglai was controlling a white mountain looming with an oppressive force behind the dark clouds to chase after Feiyun.

“Feiyun, all you know how to do is run?!” Donglai had wind vortexes beneath his feet so he wasn’t actually that slow, only when compared to Feiyun.

Feiyun stopped in the air while his saber hymned and unleashed another slash from above. This slash had numerous dragon images accompanying it.

Donglai sneered, thinking that he had tricked the guy into fighting again.

The mountain and the black clouds became one with powerful runes on the surface. Lightning currents were coursing as well, resembling an oppressive tribulation.

“Rumble!” The rays shot out and destroyed dozens of defensive formation from the clan.

Suddenly, the hymn of the saber