Luo Feng and Wang Yi

The sun was shining, casting dappled light through the branches.

Under a lush tree in the castle courtyard, Wang Yi, Luo Feng, and Thor sat around a round stone table. Luo Feng glanced at the children playing on the nearby lawn and smiled, "Six years have passed, and you finally came back." Compared to six years ago, Luo Feng and Wang Yi's appearances hadn't changed much, but their auras were different.

Luo Feng's demeanor was cold, calm, and restrained. Meanwhile, Wang Yi exuded a calm energy, though it seemed as if a volcano lurked beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment, giving off a dangerous aura that even surprised Luo Feng. Clearly, while Luo Feng had made significant progress over the years, he still couldn't compare to Wang Yi.

"I heard you and Xu Xin are together now and have two sons?" Wang Yi asked with a smile.

At the mention of his sons, Luo Feng's eyes softened.

Just like in the original timeline, after falling in love with Xu Xin, they soon had children. Xu Xin gave birth to two sons: Luo Ping and Luo Hai, now four or five years old. They often came to Wang Yi's home to play with his children, and the families had developed a close bond. In ancient times, it would have been seen as a perfect family arrangement.

As the three of them chatted about life and their experiences, it felt like a reunion, though there was a noticeable absence of Hong, one of the top four warriors of Earth.

Hong had been traveling through the universe with his teacher, the Lord of Time. Thor, on the other hand, had his own fortunate encounters. During the last opening of "The Boundary of Thunder World," both he and Hong took advantage of the chaotic battles to acquire many treasures. After a series of strategic moves, Thor managed to inherit the legacy of Kabu World Master, and the ancient figure became Thor's mentor, guiding him closely.

Even though Wang Yi had given Luo Feng many opportunities and resources—such as the Meteorite Star inheritance, the Golden Horn Beast clone, the first metal fragment of the "Secret of Nine Tribulations"—he let them walk their own paths most of the time. Ultimately, to become truly strong, one had to rely on their own efforts.

"What about you, Wang Yi? After all these years in the Dry Witch Secret Realm, what level have you reached?" Luo Feng couldn't help but ask.

Since the early days, Wang Yi had always been ahead—becoming a warrior faster, joining the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, surpassing the God of War level, and venturing into the universe. While Luo Feng continued to grow stronger, he still held hope that he could one day surpass his old friend.

Wang Yi glanced at Luo Feng and smiled. "If you want to know, let's spar." He turned to Thor, "Do you want to join?"

Thor shook his head vigorously. "I'll pass. I'm no match for you two now."

Mars.

The reddish, almost orange planet stretched out beneath them, with its thin atmosphere and vast, rocky terrain.

In mid-air, a black-haired youth in a dark red shirt, with twin sabers strapped to his back, faced off against another grim-looking youth in a gray suit, standing on a floating Tissot. Nearby, a bald young man in white robes stood with a purple saber in hand, smiling as he watched.

"Let's do this!" Luo Feng shouted.

Suddenly, golden light erupted around Luo Feng, as sharp, golden air currents enveloped the area.

Wang Yi responded with a searing red torrent, radiating heat as if it could burn everything in its path. Both were serious—no intention to hold back.

The battle commenced, and as the two powerful warriors clashed, the red air around Wang Yi engulfed the area within a 100-meter radius. A broad, ancient blade hovered behind him, covered in complex secret patterns, its edge glowing like a crimson crescent.

"The first move, Crescent Blade!"

Thin blades flew out of Wang Yi's Yan Shenbing, controlled effortlessly by his domain master-level consciousness. The blades formed into 18 crescent-shaped weapons, each glowing in the misty red light.

At the same time, Luo Feng summoned a dark golden long staff. His eyes lit up with excitement as 27 small golden swords emerged from the staff, each engraved with intricate golden patterns. With a low cry, "Phantom Sword Style!" he condensed the golden swords into three massive, shimmering phantom blades.

Wang Yi raised an eyebrow. In the original timeline, Luo Feng had struggled to control Yan Shenbing's first form, but now, he had mastered the technique, demonstrating significant growth in his law comprehension.

Luo Feng had come a long way, but as the two warriors prepared for the next clash, it was clear that this would be a battle for the ages.