That sentence from Dragon Soaring World, filled with overbearing arrogance and fighting spirit, was like a giant boulder tossed into a tranquil lake, stirring up monstrous waves across the dead-silent battlefield.
Everyone's heart violently skipped a beat along with his voice.
It's coming!
Demigod versus demigod!
That Primal Sin of Jealousy avatar, constructed entirely of dark purple crystals, finally made a move.
It emitted no roar, nor did it display any astonishing aura; it merely slowly raised its right hand.
That palm, formed completely of purple crystal and resembling a work of art, aimed itself at Dragon Soaring World.
The next second.
Scree—
A blood-red cross blade light, identical to the one Dragon Soaring World had used earlier to execute the Bone Tyrant, materialized out of thin air right in front of Dragon Soaring World, slashing toward his face!
"Holy shit!"
Dragon Soaring World himself cursed, completely not expecting the opponent to pull such a move.
This was not a skill a boss should possess at all!
This fucking thing was his own move!
In a split second, he had no time to overthink as his body's instincts already reacted.
He fiercely shoved down the battle blade he carried on his shoulder, flipping his wrist and lashing upward at a tricky angle.
Clang!
The two cross blade lights collided precisely, bursting into a harsh screech of metal friction before mutually annihilating.
The immense rebound force caused Dragon Soaring World to involuntarily take half a step back.
He shook his slightly numb wrist, his expression completely changing.
"A bootleg product?"
He stared at the purple crystal figure, his arrogance fading as the excitement of a hunter spotting intriguing prey took its place.
The spectating players in the distance were also left completely dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Why does that boss know