One Hand Destroys Two Emperors

"The Evil Emperor is going to lose. The Snow God Mountain Lord's victory was hard-won as well. It seems he intends to forfeit the group battle."

At the edge of Crimson Blood Hell's plaza, Yan shook his head as he watched Wu Yunyue spew vast amounts of evil aura into the sky. In the end, the Evil Emperor had failed to seize his opportunity. The outcome of this match had already been decided.

"I lost."

As Wu Yunyue conceded in a low voice, Xue Aotian withdrew his divine ability. The golden light and evil aura abruptly faded, and the two figures safely descended from the sky.

"Everyone, is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?"

Xue Aotian hovered low in the air, thirty feet above the ground, surveying the entire field. Defeating five Heavenly Emperor-level experts in succession had forced him to reveal nearly all his trump cards, and he was currently in terrible condition. Yet he still chose to issue this intimidating challenge. No one could take the title of the world's strongest from him.

"In this first round, the Heavenly Evil Sect concedes to the Snow God Mountain Lord."

The Evil Emperor Wu Yunyue was still regulating his breath when a voice rang out from the Heavenly Evil Sect's camp. Xue Aotian's expression changed sharply as he looked over, only to see a masked man holding a black-and-white tiger-striped cat nod slightly at him.

"Thank you."

Xue Aotian's gaze lingered briefly on the tiger-striped cat in the man's arms before he offered his thanks. The moment Yan had spoken, he had sensed that this man was extraordinary. If this person had chosen to strike now, after his consecutive battles, Xue Aotian truly had no confidence in facing him.

Yet Yan had not taken advantage of his weakness.