Tathagata Buddha?

"State your names."

"Witch Cult, Pudu Cihang."

"Holy Spirit Sect, Tang Ya."

Tang Ya stared at Pudu Cihang, her gaze somewhat grim. A faint dark-blue current had already begun swirling around her body. It looked as though it could erupt at any moment.

A serene smile appeared on Pudu Cihang's face. "This benefactor has an affinity with Buddha. Would you be willing to join my order?"

Tang Ya looked at him coldly without saying a word. Yet the Competition Platform immediately filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Seeing the two of them at swords' points, Zheng Zhan said gravely, "Both sides, step back."

Pudu Cihang smiled faintly, then turned and walked toward one end of the arena.

Tang Ya likewise turned and headed toward her half of the field. Her gait was exceedingly gentle, as if she were floating forward, with barely any movement in her body.

"The match begins."

As the Unbroken Douluo's announcement rang out, Tang Ya did not rush forward. Her expression was utterly indifferent as she walked step by step toward Pudu Cihang. She was not moving quickly, but with every step she took, the dark-blue radiance emanating from her body intensified.

That dark-blue glow set off her peerless beauty, giving her the majestic bearing of a queen.

Pudu Cihang seemed to have had the same thought. He too walked unhurriedly toward Tang Ya.

For a moment, the atmosphere across the entire arena became rather strange. Both sides advanced toward one another at an unhurried pace, as though this great tournament meant nothing to them.

Although the two on the arena had yet to clash, the invisible killing intent was even more suffocating. It was like tangible blades, slicing through every particle in the air and seeming to lower the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

The distance