"Hengkong Human King."
The voice was not loud, yet it pierced through all the clamor of the Starry Sky and reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
Hengkong Human King was drenched in blood. The bloody glow on his Fang Tian Hua Ji had dimmed by more than half, yet his back remained ramrod straight.
He turned around and dropped to one knee. The cracks across his blood-colored battle armor stood out clearly beneath the starlight.
"Your subject is here."
Chu Tian looked at him for a moment, then gave a slight nod.
"Your life-and-death battle is not over yet."
Hengkong Human King raised his head.
Bloody battle intent burned in those eyes, thicker, fiercer, and more blazing than before the battle had begun.
"Your subject understands."
He rose to his feet, and the bloody radiance on his Fang Tian Hua Ji ignited anew.
It was no dim remnant flame, but a newborn inferno—brighter, fiercer, and more unbridled than before.
The Hengtian Battle Will fully awakened within him. The power of that battle soul, dormant for tens of millions of years, now burst forth like floodwaters breaching a dam, pouring into every limb and bone, into the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand, and into the blood-colored Great Dao beneath his feet.
He turned to face the three Devil Ancestors.
There was no emotion in his gaze—no anger, no hatred, only calm.
The absolute calm of one who had cast life and death aside.
"Second round."
The expressions of the three Devil Ancestors darkened at once.
They could feel it—Hengkong Human King's battle intent was several times more intense than before the battle. That determination to fight until neither side survived sent a chill down the spines of even these old monsters who had lived through countless eras.
But they