The golden staff of this Divine Elephant Army soldier smashed upwards in a simple manner, not much sparks of fireworks to this attack.

The earth that was blasted everywhere, wind that swept about, radiance produced from one’s bodies and blades when cultivators fought, these were all merely auras of the secular world… Yunqin revered martial might, so there would often be spars and fights between cultivators. As early as many years ago, there would be scholars who would describe the battles between cultivators. The scenes one enjoyed weren’t in the instant a blade cut into the opponent’s body, but rather from the powerful winds that sweep about when they fight, the light and flames that surge. Some gifted scholars would describe the battle between cultivators like a competition between two great chefs. The flames would rush forth, food in the pans flipping and turning under the movements of the ladle, steam rising, the entire process full of liveliness.

With these types of descriptions, more and more people began to come to watch spars and battles between cultivators in Central Continent City. Even amateurs would begin to have their own way of enjoying the scene.

When they saw that the other party’s display wasn’t all that great, they would mutter a bit in disdain,...