Just as all eyes were fixed upon the scene.
"So eager... to die?"
A calm voice drifted over from the distant horizon.
It was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the Demon Saints' might and reached every ear.
To the east, crimson-gold radiance surged brilliantly!
A blazing sun broke through the clouds and strode through the air.
That was not the sun.
It was a person.
Chu Jiang walked barefoot upon fiery clouds, Pure Yang sacred radiance flowing around him like liquid gold. Wherever he passed, the air warped, the temperature soared, and the sea of clouds beneath his feet evaporated into rosy light spanning a hundred miles.
He had come alone.
His hands clasped behind his back, his black robes snapping wildly in the scorching gale.
With every step he took, ripples spread across the void. He did not look like he was heading into a battle of life and death, but rather like he was strolling through a courtyard, treading clouds and admiring mountains.
"He actually dared to come... and alone?"
"Forget whether he wins or loses—just that courage alone is unmatched in the Southern Wasteland for a thousand years!"
Among the Human Race cultivators, someone murmured in admiration.
"Hahaha, this idiot knows he is bound to die. He did not even dare bring his subordinates, afraid they would all be wiped out in one pot!"
"The three Saints of Lion Camel Kingdom have been famous for tens of thousands of years. Killing him will be like slaughtering a dog!"
The demon and monster camp erupted in laughter and mockery.
Yet as Chu Jiang drew closer, the expressions of some powerful Quasi-Saints—and even Saints hidden among the crowd—gradually changed.
"Wait... this pressure..."
"A Saint Realm pressure, a true Saint Realm pressure!"
"Chu Jiang... became a Saint?!"
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