Ling Xiao Jue did not make Fan Lang wait.
He deliberately shot Ling Xiao Guyun a glare, then spread a pair of divine wings crackling with lightning and flew all the way to the arena, landing on the sturdy ground.
The two about to fight faced each other from afar, their gazes sharp.
"Fan Lang, you have relied on a few backers to oppose our royal clan again and again. That is truly unwise. In a moment, I will make you pay a small price for what you have done," Ling Xiao Jue said coldly.
"Hehe, using the words 'royal clan' to scare people again? Do you take those two words for some plague god, something everyone fears to even hear?" Fan Lang sneered.
"How presumptuous!" Ling Xiao Jue flew into a rage, his face turning ferocious as he activated the arena's countdown, determined to teach Fan Lang a proper lesson. He even harbored a hint of killing intent, considering whether to kill Fan Lang outright.
Although Fan Lang had many astonishing achievements and unfathomable strength, Ling Xiao Jue still had absolute confidence in himself.
Looking across all of Aurora Academy, there were no more than three people who made Ling Xiao Jue wary. Only the Six Paths Heavenly King made him feel inferior.
He had already read the rules for this match. They were the set with the fewest restrictions, which was even more advantageous for him. He possessed endless methods and wealth rivaling a nation. Whether treasures, cards, or anything else, he had only the best.
Three!
Two!
One!
The countdown ended, signaling the start of the battle!
Ling Xiao Jue bore a grudge and boldly struck first. Cold light flashed in his hand as a gleaming broadsword appeared. Law Diagrams covered both sides of the blade, and