Hong Yu stood quietly on the arena.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed at the descending Death God Scythe, his face a mask of clarity and calm.
The Eight Desolates Saint Slaying Technique was already coursing through him, suppressing even the dozens of Vengeful Souls that had invaded his body and keeping them from making a single wave.
However, instigated by the Death God Scythe, the Vengeful Souls became agitated and began to relentlessly assault Hong Yu's internal organs.
Despite this, Hong Yu remained perfectly calm.
His lips parted slightly as he said faintly, "Little One, are you ready?"
"We can start anytime!"
Little One said in a lazy tone.
As Hong Yu's eyes blinked, a cyan light swirled in his left eye. If one looked closely, they could see a burly figure inside—none other than Xingtian.
"Draw!"
Hong Yu uttered softly.
A cyan beam suddenly shot out from his left eye, as pure as moonlight, yet as deep and green as an emerald.
