"Long Qingyi, don't force us to be cruel! I'll say this only once: withdraw from the competition and surrender!"
The most powerful of the contestants arrogantly spoke those words, his blade leveled at the handsome young dragon.
He stood at the peak of the Celestial Origin Realm and possessed a red serpent bloodline of the Origin Grade, placing him among the undisputed favorites of the competition.
"You certainly have confidence in yourself and your companions." Qingyi shook his head dismissively, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword sliding out of its sheath with a sharp hiss of metal.
He did not summon any of his other elements. He did not consider these opponents worthy of such an effort.
The moment he completed the initial swing of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, an intense, thunderous glow took hold of the blade.
Small strands of lightning snaked along its entire length, crackling through the air with bluish sparks that made the hair of those closest to him stand on end.
