A draw

The raw stones chosen by Ling Han and Grandmaster Xuanlai could be said to be very different.

Ling Han's piece was the size of a man, while Grandmaster Xuanlai's one was only the size of a fist, not even one percent of Ling Han's piece.

"Hehe, if the comparison is based on size, then Ling Han will sure win," someone joked.

"Shut up. He is a Second Tier Heavenly Venerate, with battle prowess that is comparable to that of a Fourth Tier, how can you joke about him?" Someone immediately scolded him lest he brought calamity upon himself.

The man froze, and didn't dare to speak any more.

Everyone was looking forward to this, what kind of sparks would be produced in the fierce contest between these two people?

As layers of stone scraps fall off, whether there was anything contained in the raw stone, and what it might be, would soon be revealed to the public.

"Yi!"

"Gasp!"