The sky split in half.
One side displayed dazzling divine white light, while the other was immersed in rich darkness.
Divided right down the middle, the distinction was clear as day.
Fourteen Angelic Scions stood above in the heavens, fully exhibiting their divine might.
It appeared they intended to strike at the viewers' confidence in their own forces.
The world's live streaming room was in an uproar.
"Terrifying."
"Too terrifying."
"How could the Pantheon Temple be this strong?"
"Fourteen Angelic Scions, each more frightening than the last, it's simply inconceivable."
The audience from the Holy Temple's faction had already become arrogantly confident in the live streaming room.
People from other factions were murmuring with unease.
After all, with the enemy's power being so formidable, it posed a great threat to their own faction.
The fervent fans started becoming excited and began taunting the Citizens of Daxia within the live streaming room.
"Isn't your Da Xia Godson all that? Go on, clash with the Holy Temple's Godson and see."
"Holy Temple? Is the Holy Temple your dad? Are those your faction's Godson?"
The Citizens of Daxia retorted: "Hahaha, I almost forgot, you're nothing but the Holy Temple's lapdogs."
"Keep licking, lick earnestly. Your Holy Temple great dad will toss you a dog bone to chew on."
Xiao Bagaga fans, seething with anger, their faces turning green and purple, said, "Don't get too cocky, winning just two matches and you think you've got it in the bag."
"First get the chance to encounter the Holy Temple. I fear Daxia won't even get past the Dark Council."
The Citizens of Daxia fingers flew across their screens as they typed.
"Heh."
"No matter what, it's not for you losers to chatter about. Just kneel down and stay put."
An online war of words ensued, while at the Mount Li Sky Battlefield, the Eight Tribulations Tribe's eight Deities also displayed their Dharma Aspects.
Their Dharma Aspects dissipated a considerable amount of the black and white light in the sky.
Their Dharma Aspects surprised many.
While the Dharma Aspects behind other factions' Godson were clearly defined, theirs were formless, resembling misty orbs of light.
The misty orbs rolled continuously, displaying a variety of colors and emitting an indescribable special aura.
"To both competitors, what is the meaning of this?"
The referee asked loudly.
After all, the rules of the competition were for one-on-one challenges, not this kind of group battle.
Yehova looked down from above and spoke indifferently: "Don't teach us how to conduct our business."
"We have our own plans."
"If you can't act as a referee, then get lost."
The referee's face immediately turned sour. The whole world was watching as Yehova scolded him, and to top it off, this was in Daxia, the home ground.
Showing contempt for the referee was like slapping Daxia in the face.
Just as the referee was about to speak, he was stopped by Cao Xiong's hand.
"I'll talk."
"Jehovah Divine Child, your actions are against the rules of the competition."
"Rules?" Jehovah Divine Child frowned impatiently:
"If both sides agree to this kind of battle, what are you blabbering on about!"
Cao Xiong glared. He was also an old and renowned powerhouse on the world stage, and being scolded by such a junior was naturally embarrassing.
But at that moment, personal pride was the least of concerns.
The opposition was obviously trying to make the Daxia organizers look bad.
Challenging one rule now meant challenging their bottom line; it could lead to even bolder actions in the future.
Cao Xiong had no intention of backing down, even if the opponent was a Godson.
Just then, Luo Tiance's voice came through an electronic device in his ear.
"Let him compete," he said.
"And let these clowns swagger a bit longer."
Cao Xiong opened his mouth but said nothing. He hadn't expected Luo Tiance to yield.
Nor did he understand why Luo Tiance's words were laced with such confidence, not taking these Godsons seriously at all.
Yet he followed Luo Tiance's command, flicking his sleeve dismissively and huffed, "Whatever."
The other referees were astonished, unable to understand Cao Xiong's sudden tolerance.
On the other hand, the Daxia citizens were outraged.
"Damn it!"
"What the hell is this Pantheon Temple up to?"
"Is this a provocation?"
"They're used to their high-handedness, so it's not surprising they're pulling something like this."
"Damn."
"I really want to see our Godson beat down those arrogant angel dogs, but we still have to get through the hurdle of the Dark Council, sigh..."
After a brief dispute, Godsons from all major factions began to smile.
They delighted in seeing the Daxia hosts take action.
When the Sky Battlefield fight commenced, a Godson from the Eight Tribulations Tribe showcased extraordinary powers that affected the spirit without harming the body, filling the sky with colorful mists.
Yet even such a tactic was completely countered by the fourteen Angelic Scions.
"Boom boom boom!"
The Godson of the Eight Tribulations Tribe were all struck down from the sky.
They crashed into the ground, creating deep pits amidst clouds of dust.
Completely outmatched by the combined might of the fourteen Angelic Scions, they were forcefully eliminated.
Luo Yu watched the entire battle with interest.
The seemingly domineering Pantheon Temple actually went easy on the Eight Tribulations Tribe.
They struck without causing physical harm, a point to stop.
Huh, are they saving their strength to join forces against us, Daxia?
Luo Yu sneered, shaking his head as he speculated.
After the battle was over, Yehova didn't step down immediately. Instead, he pointed a single hand at Luo Yu.
"Kid, I'll be waiting for you in the semi-finals."
"But I think I'd rather wait for the Dark Council than you."
A blatant challenge. Luo Yu paid it no mind.
He didn't even spare a glance at him.
After Yehova and the other Godsons stepped down, the second match's contestants were announced by the referee.
"Ancient Buddha Holy Land versus Mount Olympus."
This time, Godsons from both mighty factions took to the sky in unison.