On the Dueling Arena grounds.
Dressed in black, Li Ya slowly drew the North Sea Heavy Sword from his back. His expression was stern as he fixed his gaze on the figure a hundred zhang away, his eyes brimming with the desire to fight.
His opponent was none other than An Hao.
An Hao stood tall and straight, clad in a gorgeous blue robe with a gold-threaded, purple-based belt. His long hair was coiled under a silver crown, adorned with a Golden Phoenix. He fiddled with his bracers, just as exquisite, while the breeze stirred the black hair on the sides of his face, and his smile was full of spirit.
He slightly raised his chin, looking down at Li Ya as he laughed, "Previously, you relied solely on the weight of that sword to defeat your enemies. This time, your opponent is me. Don't even think about holding back your strength."
Li Ya asked, "An Hao, how old are you this year?"
An Hao replied, "Forty, why do you ask?"
At forty years of age, in the Core Formation Realm's 9th Floor...