The two stood opposite each other, separated by fifty or sixty meters. The gazes of the surrounding onlookers fell heavily upon them, as though even the air had frozen solid.
This battle concerned not only their honor and destiny, but would also determine the future direction of Beihe City. The outcome of this clash could trigger massive shifts in the city's internal landscape.
"My daughter, Yan Baoling, and my son, Yan Pengjun—are they still well?" Yán Xiāohǔ's voice echoed in the silence, carrying a trace of imperceptible worry.
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