บท 638: The Setting Sun is Beautiful

It didn't take long before the flashes of lightning in the Empty Realm stopped. The flowing clouds that had been outside Tianguang Peak didn't even reach Shangde Peak yet.

A patch of bright glows suddenly appeared in the distant sky, resembling a mirror the size of one hundred square miles.

It was the boundary of the Empty Realm and the real sky.

There were two dark specks in the mirror that gradually grew larger.

Fang Jingtian and the Immortal Guangyuan landed on the top of Tianguang Peak one after the other. Their expressions were normal, their bodies devoid of any wound.

Back when the Immortal Taiping contended for the position of the sect master, a bloodbath occurred, and all the people on Mochen Peak were slaughtered, but that was an exception.

The fight between these two swordsmen was not decided by a struggle for life and death, so long as the two of them acknowledged the result.

Who was the winner then?