"Are you finally willing to come out?"
Tian Wuxin coldly stared at the distant Nalan Muhong, whose red robe fluttered in the wind.
Nalan Muhong remained still, calmly responding, "In a battle for supremacy, how can there be no casualties? As long as more of your You Country's royal family perishes than mine... that's enough."
Upon hearing this, Tian Wuxin's face twitched fiercely like an ordinary person's.
It's better left unsaid because mentioning it is like rubbing salt in a wound; centuries of accumulated royal family Half-Step Primordial Vast were suddenly reduced by half.
Who could bear that?
"Enough with the nonsense, let's commence the battle. I, an old man, want to see if being number one on the Celestial Ranking is genuinely deserved." With these words, Tian Wuxin's Five Veins trembled simultaneously.
Boom—
After the tremor, Tian Wuxin, like the Endless Celestial Suspension, took out a weapon crafted by an unknown realm's Vortex Divine Artisan.
A disk!
