When Jiang Ping An saw that Sea Spirit Hall had not directly sent out their strongest fighter, the weight in his heart lifted. He said to Bai Jingqiu:
"Send out Di Yang, the one you were discussing just now. Tell him to win if he can. If Di Yang wins, then we win."
"Are you dreaming? The Golden Immortal Sea Spirit Hall sent out is not particularly skilled in killing intent. Several people on their side surpass him. Even if Di Yang wins, at most we will only win one round."
Bai Jingqiu deeply regretted acting impulsively. She could not think of any way they could still win.
But there was no way back now. They could only grit their teeth and continue.
Bai Jingqiu looked at an Immortal Lord holding an axe. "Di Yang, only you have a chance of contending with him. Even if we can only win one round, it will not be too embarrassing. Go. Give it everything you have."
"Yes, Senior Bai."
Di Yang put away his axe and flew onto the Blood-colored Stone Platform.
He unleashed the killing intent he had honed, and with the aid of the Blood-colored Stone Platform, a Blood-colored Axe condensed above his head. The tangible killing intent seemed capable of dripping blood, cold and awe-inspiring.
However, the killing intent radiating from that axe was roughly on par with the blood sword condensed by the pirate Golden Immortal opposite him.
Zhu Qianxing mocked the gods of Kunpeng Island. "The Immortal Lord you sent out should be the one with the strongest killing intent among these geniuses. You dare come out to compete with such a level? Aren't you ashamed?"
The reason he had casually sent out a Golden Immortal was to deliberately humiliate Kunpeng Island, to let its gods see