"What is there to fear?"
Night Falcon's calm yet decisive reply echoed across the suddenly silent Nine Nether Platform.
He stepped forward and faced the hemp-robed young man with the dark-gold vertical pupils from across the air. The two were only thirty yards apart, but for powerhouses at their level, that distance could be crossed in an instant.
The corner of the hemp-robed young man's mouth seemed to twitch. It was not a smile, but a cold excitement, like that of a hunter who had found prey worthy of drawing his sword.
"Very good. Remember my name—Hei Huang. After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, you will have the qualifications to know it."
Before his voice had even faded, Hei Huang moved!
There was no earth-shaking momentum. His figure merely swayed slightly before seemingly merging into the gap between light and shadow, leaving behind only a faint afterimage that was already dissipating.
The real Hei Huang had appeared three feet to Night Falcon's left. His index and middle fingers were held together like a sword, and the dark-gold fingertips emitted a razor-sharp black radiance condensed to the extreme, as if it could slice through space. They stabbed straight toward Night Falcon's temple!
Shadow Instant Kill Sword!
Fast! Ruthless! Precise!
This strike brought the "cunning" and "speed" of shadow power, along with Hei Huang's own indestructible sharpness, to the absolute limit!
An ordinary Half-step Earth Sovereign would probably be unable to react before having his head pierced through!
However, Night Falcon seemed to have anticipated it.
The instant Hei Huang's figure vanished, an even deeper Netherworld light flashed through his pitch-black eyes.
He did not dodge. Instead, his right palm struck toward the empty space to his left from an even more bizarre angle, arriving before the attack had been