Ling Han and Han Qi battled fiercely.
To be honest, both deserved the moniker of elite. One was a king tier that had slowly progressed from a small world, whereas the other was a prodigy of the Celestial Realm. Whether in terms of physique, celestial technique, or power, their strength was of the highest tier in the Ancient Realm.
Their clash was fierce and exciting, a battle that was worthy of being recorded in the history books to be passed down through the ages.
Those Demon Masters were all watching with shock, dumbfounded.
Two young people, and either of them had been born innumerable years later than them, yet they surpassed them despite their late start, leaving them far behind in their dust.
In the wider world, there would always be people more talented than them.
They were rueful, and no longer had any thoughts of coveting the Void Flower in the slightest. At present, they only had one thought, and that was to leave this place safely.