The tension in the arena reached its peak as Nie Tong and Xiong Yu's auras clashed violently. The very air seemed to tremble under the pressure of two True Gods preparing for battle. Spectators scrambled backward, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.
Just as the situation seemed about to erupt into chaos—
"Ahem."
A calm, aged voice cut through the tension like a blade through silk.
An elderly man with a long white beard descended gracefully from the sky, his simple gray robes fluttering gently. His presence carried an air of unquestionable authority, and both Nie Tong and Xiong Yu immediately restrained their auras upon seeing him.
Qin Song—Fourth Elder of the Celestial Pavilion.
"Now, now," Qin Song said with a gentle smile, stroking his beard. "Is this any way for esteemed True Gods to behave in public?"
Nie Tong bowed slightly. "Elder Qin."
Xiong Yu also cupped his fists respectfully. "Elder Qin, this woman—"
