In the world of the Female War God, Xuanming chuckled and said, "You little imps, none of you are going up. I'll go exchange blows with this world's gods. How about it?"
Bo Huang nodded and said, "We're little crows, not little imps. Mm, we're all alive."
Xuanming was speechless for a moment. "Isn't that obvious? With your strength, even dying would be difficult." As she spoke, she swaggered onto the arena and said, "I'm Xuanming, just an ordinary woman. Who's coming up to spar with me?"
At that, Apollo stepped forward at once. "We already agreed on this. I'm going." But what he was really thinking was, They were all so fierce just now. Surely this woman won't be that ridiculous too, right?
Thus, Apollo came onto the arena, holding a Crimson Spear. He pointed it straight at Xuanming and thrust. Seeing this, Xuanming immediately produced an ice spike in her hand and engaged Apollo in battle.
Apollo stood at the center of the arena, sunlight spilling over him and making his golden armor shine. He held a Crimson Spear whose surface glimmered enticingly, blazing like burning flames. A determined light flickered in his eyes as he stared straight at Xuanming.
Xuanming stood on the opposite side of the arena, dressed in a black robe. Her eyes were as deep as the night sky, and an icy spike suddenly appeared in her hand. Frost condensed over it, radiating biting cold and forming a stark contrast with the Crimson Spear Apollo wielded.
Apollo strode forward firmly, his spear pointed straight at Xuanming. An unparalleled force surged from it, scorching like raging fire as it pierced the arena's silence. Xuanming's heart sank. Knowing she could not take this strike lightly, she immediately swung her ice spike. The frost condensed into hail