Tathagata Buddha?

"State your names."

"Witch Cult, Pudu Cihang."

"Holy Spirit Sect, Tang Ya."

Tang Ya fixed Pudu Cihang with a grim gaze. A faint dark-blue aura had already begun to swirl around her body, as though it might erupt at any moment.

A serene smile appeared on Pudu Cihang's face. "This benefactor is fated with my Buddha. Would you be willing to enter my order?"

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

Seeing the two of them at daggers drawn, Zheng Zhan said in a deep voice, "Both sides, retreat."

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

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

"The match begins."

As the Unbroken Douluo's declaration 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 light emanating from her body grew stronger.

The dark-blue radiance set off her peerless features, giving her the imposing bearing of a queen.

Pudu Cihang seemed to have reached the same idea. He too walked slowly toward Tang Ya without haste.

For a time, the atmosphere over the entire arena became somewhat strange. Both sides strolled leisurely toward one another as though they regarded this tournament as nothing at all.

Though the two on the arena had yet to fight, the intangible killing intent between them was even more suffocating. It was like materialized blades, slicing through every particle in the air and seemingly dropping the surrounding