The symphony of blades clashing continued to color the mountain peak, the atmosphere filled with tension and anxiety. That atmosphere had even affected Yang Qing and Yu Gen who had stopped their discussion with even the former putting away the brazier and whatever beef tongues were left as his eyes followed Chen Gutian and Chen Zholan.
The intensity of their fight grew with every passing second as the speed, ferocity, and power of their attacks increased with every swing and every clash.
Were the duel held anywhere else but this mountain, the surroundings would have likely been long ravaged beyond repair. The force created by the duo's attacks was capable of punching holes through mountains, or laying waste to hills and turning them into plains.