Ethan observed the domain's desolate horizon, where smoke plumes from past battles were slowly beginning to thin out. The calm within the dimensional plane felt heavy.
"How long do we have to wait?" asked Ethan.
The frost princess took a step forward, adjusting her robe while gazing at him with respect and bashfulness.
"Only two days out of seven have passed, great hero," answered the frost princess.
"Five more days?" Ethan muttered, letting out an annoyed click of his tongue. "Tch... what a nuisance. If I murder everyone present, do you think they'll call the tournament over?"
In an instant, a bloody aura erupted from Ethan's body, flooding the hill with a necrotic pressure so overwhelming the air turned heavy as lead. All the surrounding cultivators, including the frost princess, began trembling in terror, feeling their hearts shrink at the possibility of being wiped out in the blink of an eye.
