Zhan Feng was the first to step onto the stage, his vast vitality blazing like a scorching sun across the sky.
Every pore on his body breathed, roaring like thunder.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Zhan Feng was completely immersed in the moment, his eyes blazing with battle intent.
On his shoulder, he carried a bronze giant axe, three zhang long, covered densely in green rust, exuding a forbidden aura.
On the other side, Jiang Shu, with his white robe billowing, stepped forward, becoming the focal point of the world.
This arena, paved with white jade, possessed a miraculous self-repairing property, condensing into a vast white jade square that seemed to stretch endlessly.
"Since my birth three thousand years ago, I have never met an equal in the same realm!"
Zhan Feng declared loudly, ten scarlet halos slowly rising behind him: "Brother Jiang, proving the Dao through strength, has come to challenge!"
