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The eighth round of the finals.
Ye Xingchen had finally been matched against Ling Li.
Why "finally"? Because this was what the Night Emperor had dreamed of.
During the galaxy finals, he had wanted to thrash Ling Li to avenge Li Shangtian, but He Wudi had beaten him to it and eliminated him first.
What one could never forget would surely echo back.
Today, he had finally been matched with him in the finals arena.
"You hurt my fellow sect members."
Ye Xingchen said coldly, "I'll make you understand that living is more painful than dying!"
Had those words come from Li Qingyang or the others, they would have carried a certain amount of menace, but lacked force. Coming from the Night Emperor, they were downright domineering and arrogant.
"Is that so?"
Ling Li still slumped his shoulders as though he had lost his soul, a savage smile surfacing on his face.
"This guy..." Jun Changxiao said from the Spectator Platform, propping up his chin. "He seems to have changed quite a bit over the past few years."
The system said, "He's become more cruel and more violent."
"Unfortunately,"
Jun Changxiao shook his head. "He ran into an equally cruel Xingchen."
From the perspective of his former life, Ye Xingchen truly was rather brutal. He had never pitied living beings, nor cared whether others lived or died. He followed only his own heart, and his actions tended toward extremes.
"The match begins!"
After making the announcement, the referee retreated at top speed.
Boom!
Boom!
The moment he ran away, explosions rang out behind him.
Like a crazed wolf, Ling Li launched one fierce assault after another at Ye Xingchen. His moves were broad and unrestrained, making for an immensely thrilling spectacle.
Sure enough.
Jun Changxiao had