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"You..."

Faced with Xue Aotian's provocative words, Huang Xingyun did not know how to respond. He truly wanted to fight with some backbone, but unfortunately, his strength did not allow it.

Xue Aotian's title as the strongest man in the world was no empty boast. Forget fighting him—if Huang Xingyun truly went up against him one-on-one, he would have to worry about whether Xue Aotian might find an opening and kill him.

"Brother Huang, there's no need to get angry with him."

Shangguan Tianyang spoke up to soothe Huang Xingyun. This younger brother from the Valley of Sentiments was quite important to Vast Palace, and he did not want Huang Xingyun to let his temper get the better of him and affect their later arrangements.

"Brother Fen Tian, it will be Crimson Blood Hell's turn next."

After comforting Huang Xingyun, Shangguan Tianyang reminded Fen Tian. Their gazes met briefly as they spoke, seemingly reaching some sort of understanding.

"Hahahaha! Brother Xue, you and I have not fought for many years. I wonder whether I might have the honor of exchanging pointers with you."

Rather than sending a Heavenly King-level expert up merely to go through the motions, the Crimson Blood Hell Lord chose to go up second himself. He seemed prepared to go all out and settle things swiftly.

"Brother Fen Tian, the Danton Empire lies in the south, while my Myriad Beast Empire is in the north. We have no overlap at all. Surely there are some matters we would find easier to discuss."

Looking at Fen Tian, the Crimson Blood Hell Lord, slowly flying before him, Xue Aotian spoke with meaningful implication.

He did not think particularly highly of Fen Tian or Crimson Blood Hell. However, with the intention of causing trouble for Vast Palace—and since Crimson Blood