As the Devil Empress, Lin Xiaoxiao had been nourished; clad in a black dress, her exquisite figure was visible, her cold charm striking. She possessed an inner allure that made one unable to stop. Blooddrop, however, wore a loose black robe that concealed her figure completely. She was nothing but bloodiness and chill, making people keep their distance in awe, not daring to approach.
"I'll go ask her," Fengting Shengwu suddenly said.
"What do you mean?" Fengting Haolong asked with raised brows.
"It's my turn to take the stage!" Fengting Shengwu pointed at his life-and-death mark and smiled. "It's only natural. There are only four people left—how could I possibly draw the sole soft persimmon? Impossible."
After all, the fourth round had constantly shifted between random and non-random arrangements. Now that the final four were about to be decided, the odds of it being non-random were surely greater.
Randomness could bring surprises, and surprises could bring unexpected delight, but they also often lacked drama.
Fengting Haolong frowned upon hearing this.
"I'd rather you faced the Nineteenth Highness than her too. Sigh." Fengting Haolong paused, then asked, "Why not concede?"
"I've never heard that was an option." Fengting Shengwu's expression gradually turned cold. Then he said deeply, "Besides, the sons of the Primordial Chaos Military Manor are military commanders—we are young military lords. If a soldier concedes, isn't that surrender? That makes him a traitor. Are you asking me to become a traitor?"
With that, he strode forward without hesitation or the slightest fear, heading toward the battlefield in great sweeping strides.
"The Fengting brothers have both drawn Blooddrop!"
"It's over. Blooddrop is going to crush both twin stars of the Military Manor!"
"That's truly rotten luck!"
"What rotten luck? With only four people left, could Fengting Shengwu have been matched