In the long street, strong and profound martial auras collided with each other like waves crashing against the sky, stirring up layers of ripples in the void.
To 99% of the warriors under the heavens, the strength of those clashing was considered unmatched, but in the eyes of many in Cliff Peak City, especially the first ring area, it was hardly even mediocre.
Countless pairs of eyes were all fixed on the street, including experts from the Flying Horse Dynasty, masters from the Western Region, and others who came to watch the spectacle. Especially for the latter group, they were more eager to see what kind of reaction would come from the top figures of both sides.
But at that moment, a sword intent flashed and disappeared.
In an instant, the numerous martial auras on the street were subdued and extinguished, as fragile as a candle flame in the wind, snuffed out with a single blow, utterly powerless to resist.