Like wraiths swirling above the arena, the deathly vortex had now dissipated.
Everyone's eyes widened as they stared intently at the arena, where Huang Xiaolong and Nangong Hong stood facing each other.
The two stood opposite each other, expressions utterly placid, showing no signs of who had won or lost, nor any visible injuries. It was as though no fierce battle had taken place at all.
"What is the result?" The hoary voice of the venerable one also contained a hint of relief.
Both of the prodigies were alive and standing on the arena, with neither falling!
Lucky! Lucky!
"A draw?" the venerable one asked impatiently. "If it's a draw, then I advise that you need not fight any further today. You may both share the top rank on the Hidden Dragon List. In the future, compete with each other as much as you like. I truly cannot bear to see, one of you perishing prematurely because I, too, want to see with my own eyes what realms you both will reach!"