Defeat me? You?

The moment his gaze fell upon that cool, breathtaking figure and her gray hair fluttering lightly in the wind, Lu Yuan's mind locked onto her identity with virtually no hesitation.

It was Aiselandier!

That head of smooth gray hair, like moonlight condensed into frost; that exquisitely flawless, cool and distant face; those pale gray eyes; and the Elf Race's pointed ears—every one of them was the best proof.

Lu Yuan's pupils shifted slightly. His body hovering in midair instinctively steadied itself, the Ice Wings beating behind him slowly folding away as thoughts surged through his heart.

There was a very high chance she had come here specifically not to fight him.

Yet deep within Lu Yuan's eyes, a trace of vigilance remained.

A high chance was only a high chance—it did not mean certainty.

The heart lay hidden behind the belly, and the arena was all the more an Asura battlefield where the weak were prey to the strong. You could know a person's face, but never their heart.

Even if their relationship was fairly good, he would never completely let down his guard.

The Giant Salt Star trial determined victory and defeat by points. Slaughter and plunder were everywhere; no one could guarantee that old friends would not turn against each other on a whim for ranking points.

Lu Yuan's gaze darkened slightly as his mind silently locked onto the domain around him. The eighth level of Frost Domain appeared to have withdrawn into invisibility, yet it had already secretly spread across the west, silently encompassing the entire battlefield.

Even if Aiselandier truly harbored ill intent and meant to launch a sneak attack, under the extreme deceleration of the eighth level Frost Domain, her speed would be heavily suppressed, her movements sluggish and stiff, making it impossible for her