At the forefront of the Zangkong clan, besides Xianhe and Yuxuan, two other figures stood out.

One of them was wearing a dark robe, the color of which resembled the deep night sky, giving it an extremely ancient feel.

The other person was dressed in a magnificent platinum outfit, shimmering with dazzling light, as if he exuded an aura of nobility.

However, it was not only their clothing that was striking, but also the location where they stood.

The person dressed in magnificent platinum attire was clearly positioned further forward, as if he were the core of this power.

As they appeared, Yuan Zhexian and his entourage materialized like ghosts outside the energy defense barrier in an instant.

They faced the Zangkong clan from afar, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

At this moment, the man in the dark robe suddenly turned around and said to Xianhe behind him, "Xianhe, were these the people who injured you?"

His voice was deep and powerful.

Upon hearing this, Xianhe frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat displeased with the man's question.

But he took a deep breath and said to the man, "Xihan, never underestimate these people."

His serious tone revealed his high regard for Yuan Zhexian and others.

"Almost every one of them possesses the talent of an eighth-grade individual and formidable strength."

Xianhe continued, "Especially that person..."

As he spoke, Xianhe pointed his finger directly at Meng, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Just then, Yuan Zhexian also turned his gaze to the group of people from the Cangkong clan.

His gaze swept through the crowd, finally settling on the person at the head of the group, dressed in a magnificent platinum suit.

However, what truly attracted Yuan Zhexian's attention was a unique aura emanating from him, and a look of keen interest appeared on his face.

Meanwhile, the person dressed in platinum who had remained silent finally spoke.

His voice was deep and resonant, as if it contained a multitude of powers.

“Hehan,”

"Go and kill that man!"

Although brief, this sentence carries an irresistible authority.

Upon hearing this, Xihan immediately bowed and replied, "Yes! Bury the son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xihan moved swiftly, taking a step forward as fast as a ghost.

This step, though seemingly light, actually contained boundless power. In a single step, he seemed to have traversed thousands of miles, arriving before Yuan Zhexian and the others in the blink of an eye.

After standing still, Xihan slightly raised his hand, pointed directly at Meng, and uttered two words: "You!"

Then his voice rang out again, tinged with coldness and contempt: "Come and die!"

The arrogance in those words was enough to make anyone who heard them angry.

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Meng's face. He wondered who would dare to speak to him like that.

Meng stepped forward and instantly appeared in front of Xihan.

The two were only a few miles apart, yet their keen senses allowed them to clearly feel each other's breathing.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the field became extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them, as if time had frozen at this moment.

At that moment, their eyes met, and it was as if the whole world had stopped.

Their bodies emanated an invisible energy that surged and collided violently in the void like turbulent waves.

Each collision was like a spark from two shooting stars in the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire space.

As the collision intensified, the entire space began to shake violently, as if it were about to be torn apart by this powerful energy.

However, at this thrilling moment, the two seemed to have an inexplicable tacit understanding, and their figures disappeared from the spot at the same instant.

Immediately afterwards, a series of impact sounds came from the void, like the beating of war drums, deafeningly loud.

Along with the sound of the impact came a continuous spread of energy fluctuations, like a powerful shockwave that swept across everything around it.

The two figures moved through the void like ghosts, their speed as fast as lightning, dazzling and making it impossible to see their movements clearly.

As time went on, the frequency of the physical collisions between Meng and Xihan increased, like a sudden storm, giving each other no chance to catch their breath.

Finally, at the last moment, Meng and Xihan used almost all their strength to suddenly throw a punch at each other.

This punch, like a thunderbolt, carried boundless power and slammed fiercely into the opponent.

A deafening roar, like the collapse of the universe, reverberated so loudly it made people's eardrums ache.

At the same time, an incredibly terrifying energy surge, like a nuclear explosion, spread outwards in all directions from Mon and Xihan as the center.

Wherever this energy shockwave passed, black cracks were torn in the void, as if the entire world was about to be destroyed by this power.

Both Meng and Xihan were pushed backward by the powerful energy impact.

Their bodies flew rapidly through the air, traveling thousands of miles backward before finally coming to a slow stop.

At this moment, whether it was Yuan Wuluo, Yuan Haoran, or the powerful figures from the Zangkong Clan, they all exclaimed in surprise, "It's a draw!"

Just then, Yuan Zhexian's eyes closed and opened suddenly like lightning, his peerless pupils flashing out in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Zhexian's gaze, like two sharp swords, stared directly at the two people in front of him.

His eyes were sharp and focused, as if they could see through their bodies and see the most subtle changes within them.

After a moment, Yuan Zhexian finally spoke slowly, his voice calm yet firm: "This physical contest was not a draw; my brother-in-law has won."

His words were like a thunderclap, resounding throughout the land.

Upon hearing this, everyone stared in astonishment, looking at Yuan Zhexian in disbelief.

"After all, the Primordial Body, whether in terms of physical body or magic, is one of the most powerful beings in the world."

Yuan Zhexian continued, his tone revealing his admiration for the Primordial Body.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, a turbulent storm was brewing within Xihan's heart.

He stared wide-eyed at his right arm, his face filled with disbelief.

Because in the instant he clashed with Meng, he not only felt his blood and qi churning violently like a raging sea, but also the bones in his right arm shattered instantly!

On the other hand, Meng seemed to have suffered no real harm, except for sensing that Xihan's physical strength was exceptionally strong.

His body remained as steady as a mountain, without the slightest abnormality.