Old Demon Han Tong finished speaking, then transformed into a streak of black light, soaring straight up toward the depths of the starry sky.
Li Zhixuan's lips curled into a faint smile. She channeled her mana and headed after him without hesitation.
"Who do you all think will win this battle?" a Heavenly Immortal Cultivator suddenly asked, curiosity piqued.
The crowd fell silent at once. Though all belonged to the Immortal Tao, judging by what had just happened, this newcomer Li Zhixuan, though recently ascended to Heavenly Immortal, didn't seem all that powerful. Still, none could say aloud that the Demon Cultivator was stronger—that would surely sap their own morale.
"Why not follow and take a look?"
"Better not. The battlefield here is more important."
"Indeed, I still need to keep an eye on my younger disciples."
The crowd declined without hesitation, unwilling to waste time watching a fight whose outcome seemed all but certain.
