Lu Yuan had no idea what Qing Yan Jing was thinking.
Nor did he know what impact the Western Heaven Battle Emperor's ultimate ascension would have on the Myriad Heavens, including the attention it would draw from the other Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns.
Strictly speaking,
this was his first time fighting a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign.
Not that he felt excited or anything.
The Western Heaven Battle Emperor was his opponent, his enemy.
He would not refrain from attacking just because he was excited.
Nor would he attack simply because he was not.
Even the Western Heaven Battle Emperor's own emotions could hardly affect his state of mind. The feelings of others—especially those of Lu Yuan, his opponent—were even further beyond the Western Heaven Battle Emperor's consideration.
Lu Yuan naturally understood this as well.
So he had never intended to use excitement to influence his opponent.
Besides, he truly was not excited.
From the beginning until now,
his path had been fraught with hardships.
He had encountered more life-and-death crises than he could count.
The Western Heaven Battle Emperor was merely a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign.
Even if he truly could not defeat him,
there was nothing to fear.
Not to mention that, at present, victory and defeat were still uncertain. The dust had yet to settle, and no one could say for certain who the final victor would be.
What if he won?
Tai Ling Su had endured the Red Dust Threads head-on.
That did not mean the Western Heaven Battle Emperor could do the same.
Of course, the nature of his battle with Tai Ling Su was completely different from his battle with the Western Heaven Battle Emperor. Any normal person would make corresponding predictions or evasive maneuvers when their opponent attacked. Another possibility was to use one's