Song Zhendong was so furious he nearly spat blood. He pointed at Xu Yi, but was too choked with rage to speak.
Xu Yi gave him a cold glance and said proudly, "Since some big shot has arranged this spectacle, I, Xu, will see it through.
Whoever struck the Drum of Injustice just now, if you're still not satisfied, step forward.
But this fight will decide both victory and defeat—and life and death.
Who will fight me?"
He had figured it out long ago. Since the people behind Song Zhendong had arranged this contest, they would never let him leave the stage now.
There was no avoiding it, so he might as well face it with boldness.
In this world of cultivators, might made right. He had spent long enough keeping his head down and growing in secret.
Now that he had stepped onto this vast stage, he would seize the moment and show what he could do.
Xu Yi called out several times, but no one answered.
Chen Taichong's strength was plain to see. He was a top-tier cultivator who had mastered every domain, yet he had still suffered such a humiliating defeat. Though many had been shouting just now, how many of them were as strong as Chen Taichong?
"Brother Song, you don't look entirely convinced either. Why not come down and fight me?"
Xu Yi turned to Song Zhendong, whose face was dark with anger.
Song Zhendong was so furious smoke nearly poured from his nostrils. He had never met anyone so spiteful.
Just then, a cool voice rang out. "A mere cultivator of the Second Realm of Domain dares to be so arrogant? I'll defeat you."
As the words fell, a middle-aged cultivator strode into the arena. He wore plain white robes and straw sandals, and