He passed through the gate.
He was met with absolute blackness, but it soon began to fade.
Light bloomed.
What he saw was the crimson afterglow of a setting sun.
And a boundless sea of bones.
Atop a mountain of corpses stood a man with a rugged face, exceptionally sharp eyes, and messy, shoulder-length hair.
He held a giant War Axe in one hand, his upper body bare, and wore shorts stitched from Demon hide.
The lines of his muscles were perfect, without a single ounce of fat.
The War God—Kai Jia.
The instant their eyes met, an overwhelming sense of certain defeat washed over him!
But immediately after, his own Battle Intent surged.
That feeling of defeat was instantly shattered, vanishing like smoke.
No words were necessary.
A single glance was enough to understand the nature of this Trial.
'You crave a battle, don't you?'
'Kai Jia.'
'You crave defeat, don't you?'
Lu Cang let out a long breath, his gaze turning sharp and serious.
