Since the allied races had already gone this far, Spirit Treasure True Immortal could not turn a blind eye either. He could only give the Heavenly Human Clan cultivators a warning look, telling them not to keep speaking recklessly.
Only then did he say to Saint King Dituo.
"Brother Dituo, why lower yourself to argue with a junior? In this old man's view, we can do as you said, but change it to best two out of three. I see the young friend from the Heavenly Human Clan also seems inclined to take the field."
Spirit Treasure's suggestion was not actually very stable.
But he did not know how terrifying Wang Yu was at full strength. Best two out of three was merely meant to add another layer of insurance. Black Annihilation Demon Lord's strength was not weak, after all. He was an existence qualified to ascend as an immortal, with years of accumulation waiting only to bloom in a single morning.
Saint King Dituo pondered.
"Then we'll do as you say. Doesn't that brat from the Heavenly Human Clan like to shout his mouth off? Wuji, cripple him for This King!"
"—Yes!"
The cultivator called Zhan Wuji was a young man. The outward appearance of War Race beings was basically the same as humans, but they possessed even more vigorous body hair, their builds were generally around three meters tall, and their ribs and muscles were knotted like coiled dragons.
His skin was bluish gray, and he also had a pair of protrusions on his forehead.
Like small horns.
He bore some resemblance to a green-faced, fang-toothed Evil Ghost, looking so ferocious that he seemed unstoppable. His weapons were a pair of giant hammers. He was the first to land on the arena, like a small mountain, and showed