Moyu looked at those unconvinced prodigies and shouted, "Those who refuse to accept defeat, step forward and test your might against me!"
"You dare fight me?" A massively built man wielding a giant bone club walked out from the void.
The bronze arena hovered amidst howling gales ten thousand feet in the air, and the eight stone pillars carved with reliefs of primeval fierce beasts emitted a deep, resonant hum. Lin Moyu's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade was stabbed diagonally into the ground, the ice crystals coagulating on its blade spreading along the black iron fissures and freezing a radius of thirty feet into a snowy realm. He squinted at Zhao He, who stood three paces away wrapped in bloody mist—from that club, refined from the spine of an archaic Kui bull, venomous saliva that continuously corroded the void dripped down.
Chapter 143