Everyone turned to look. The speaker was Panwu Kun, an expert of the Chaos God Race's "Panwu Clan."
An unparalleled being with a bloodline that astonished the world.
In truth, all those regarded as sparks and withdrawn from the other shore were figures from the major factions capable of inheriting the flame of their traditions. Each possessed extraordinary qualities.
Panwu Kun was one of them.
As he spoke, Panwu Kun strode forward. His towering, mountainlike frame was draped in a thick beast-fur robe, his bones broad and massive, his eyes like blazing suns.
At the center of his brow was the unique totemic mark of the Panwu Clan.
"Great Dao Competition?"
Su Yi asked.
Panwu Kun shook his head. "If it's a Great Dao Competition, my cultivation is far above yours. Winning would be beneath me!"
Su Yi said calmly, "You can suppress your cultivation to the Heaven's Mandate Realm and compete in the Great Dao Competition. I'm only afraid... you don't dare."
Panwu Kun's expression stiffened, and he fell silent.
Quite a few people laughed aloud.
Before Su Yi had even refined the Eternal Emperor Seat, he had been able to slay Heavenly Emperors. One could only imagine how terrifying and heaven-defying his foundations were in the Heaven's Mandate Realm.
Under such circumstances, who would dare fight him at the same level?
Panwu Kun said in a deep voice, "A fight to the death. Do you dare?"
At once, the atmosphere fell silent.
Every gaze turned toward Su Yi.
Without even giving it much thought, Su Yi nodded. "Fine."
Panwu Kun's eyes flickered. "Are you certain no one will interfere?"
Everyone narrowed their eyes.
Their concerns were tied to that very question. They feared that Su Yi had come with other helpers.
After all, everyone now knew that behind