"Will you go in three days?" Zhao Ruizheng looked at Chen Fei in midair.
"I'll think about it." Chen Fei pondered for a moment before answering.
Chen Fei truly needed to consider carefully whether to take part in this three-way fight to the death.
Once one stepped onto the stage, life and death would be decided. There was no such thing as surrender; the match would end only when one side had completely died.
In a battle concerning the fate of an entire plane, surrender would not be permitted either.
Thus, without absolute confidence, this truly would be a road of no return. One misstep, and one would fall into eternal damnation.
However, if he took part in this duel, the benefits he could ultimately obtain would be astonishingly immense.
Or rather, the greatest gains Chen Fei had ever had the chance to obtain would be found here.
Zhao Ruizheng nodded and did not ask further.
Earlier, when he had heard Zhan Xuming's words before the central hall, Zhao Ruizheng had entertained the thought, but in the end, he suppressed it.
One knew one's own affairs best. Zhao Ruizheng currently had six Divine Palaces and stood at the peak of the Mid Mountain Sea Realm.
Yet Zhao Ruizheng's combat strength was absolutely not at the peak of the Mid Mountain Sea Realm. There were many Mid Mountain Sea Realm cultivators stronger than him.
Not to mention anything else, just the prodigies from those top powers were certainly stronger than Zhao Ruizheng, much less those from the sacred lands.
The same was true on the Demon King side.
The selection three days later would not be particularly dangerous, but Zhao Ruizheng felt that he should not go up and make a fool of himself. If someone swept him off the stage