At the border between Shaking Light and the Red Luan Starfield, the King Realm Debate was about to begin with the first bout everyone had been anticipating.
Between the camps of the two realms, six Minor Worlds revolved without cease. Water, fire, wind, lightning, light, and darkness—worlds of six utterly different attributes formed a cycle of endless, unpredictable transformations.
Night Lord and Garuda entered the arena. Lights flickered, and in the blink of an eye, the two appeared simultaneously within a Minor World where fierce winds howled.
"Wind Realm?"
In the Primeval Demonic Realm camp, Xuanqi narrowed his eyes slightly at the sight.
Their luck was fairly good. It depended on whether Garuda could seize this opportunity.
"A severely unfavorable matchup. This is bad."
Among the human camp, the expressions of the kings changed slightly, their hearts sinking.
Garuda was the incarnation of a golden roc, and his speed had always been astonishing. With the wind lending him strength now, he would undoubtedly be even harder to deal with.
The opening had gone poorly. The human kings grew increasingly grave as they watched the battle about to unfold, not daring to let their attention wander for even a moment.
"Knowing Fate, what are this Night Lord's chances of winning?" Xia Ziyi asked solemnly from beside him.
"One hundred percent."
Ning Chen watched ahead and answered calmly.
Within the Wind Realm, violent winds howled, sweeping sand into waves. Across tens of thousands of miles, the raging sand poured like waterfalls, shaking heaven and earth.
In the first bout of the debate between the two realms, the human side had encountered a severely unfavorable situation in both timing and terrain. Before the battle even began, they had already lost three parts of their initiative.
"Night Lord, is it? Meeting me is your