"Whoa!"
"Argh!"
The two young Xi Rong experts spat out mouthfuls of blood at the same time.
Their faces turned deathly pale, and their auras dwindled like candles in the wind. They could not even lift their heads. They lay sprawled on the ground, trembling violently, their eyes filled with boundless terror.
One look!
Just one look!
Two of the Xi Rong Federation's finest young geniuses had dropped to their knees like they were nothing!
The entrance to the canyon fell utterly silent.
Batu and Brother Baal's pupils contracted. Their muscles tensed on instinct, and cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.
They knew Long Aotian was strong, but they had never imagined he was this strong!
This was no mere Realm Suppression. This was an absolute gulf between levels of existence!
Wu Haoyang's fingers tightened against his folded arms, his gaze grave.
Ofina and Severus were so terrified they nearly dropped to their knees as well. Both screamed inwardly.
I knew it! I knew it! That Demon King has gotten even more terrifying!
Su Ye looked as though he had merely swatted away two flies. He swept a calm gaze over everyone present and spoke in an even voice that brooked no argument.
"The Slaughter Inheritance is inside. I, Long Aotian, welcome the competition."
The corner of his mouth curved into an unreadable smile.
"Let's see who has what it takes to earn its recognition."
Phew—
Su Ye's words eased the tense atmosphere instead.
What he had just said was like a reprieve!
Hope flared once more in the eyes of those who had despaired at his terrifying strength.
He wasn't going to stop them?
He was letting them compete?!
Batu and Brother Baal exchanged a glance. Without hesitation, their qi and blood roared as they charged into the depths