"I wonder to what level Sikong Wuji's strength has reached."
Inside the crystal chamber, Ye Xuan watched Sikong Wuji closely. As the head disciple of Heavenly Martial Holy Land, Sikong Wuji was a legend among the younger generation of the Holy Land, and his strength was not to be underestimated. From Sikong Wuji's level of strength, one should be able to discern some clues about the two people before him.
Ye Xuan knew nothing about the young giants on the Holy List. The opponent's Martial Arts routines and styles could only be seen in the current match.
Sikong Wuji stood in the field, naturally exuding authority. He radiated a trace of innate dominance, and looking at Xiong Heng opposite him, his eyes held not only dominance but also a hint of Aggressive Energy.
"Wild Fury!"
Xiong Heng made the first move, bursting out with a wild aura as if he were an enraged bear, his movements swift as lightning, locking onto Sikong Wuji's life force.
