Tathagata Buddha?

"State your names."

"Witch Cult, Pudu Chang."

"Holy Spirit Sect, Tang Ya."

Tang Ya stared at Pudu Chang, her gaze somewhat chilling. Faint dark-blue currents had already begun swirling around her body, as though they could erupt at any moment.

A serene smile appeared on Pudu Chang's face. "This benefactor has an affinity with the Buddha. Would you be willing to join my order?"

Tang Ya looked at him coldly without saying a word. Yet the competition stage was immediately filled with a grim, murderous air.

Seeing the two poised for battle, Zheng Zhan said in a deep voice, "Both sides, step back."

Pudu Chang smiled faintly, turned, and walked toward one end of the Competition Arena.

Tang Ya likewise turned and headed toward her own half of the arena. Her gait was exceptionally light, as if she were floating forward, her body barely rising or falling.

"Begin."

As Unbreakable Douluo's declaration rang out, Tang Ya did not rush forward. Her expression was utterly impassive as she walked step by step toward Pudu Chang. She was not moving quickly, but with every step she took, the dark-blue radiance emanating from her body intensified.

The dark-blue glow set off her stunning beauty, lending her the majestic bearing of a queen.

Pudu Chang seemed to have had the same thought. He too walked toward Tang Ya at an unhurried pace.

For a time, the atmosphere above the Competition Arena became exceedingly strange. Both sides advanced leisurely toward each other, as if they regarded this tournament as nothing at all.

Though the two had yet to clash, the intangible killing intent between them was even more suffocating. It was like tangible blades, slicing through every molecule in the air and seemingly dropping the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

The distance between them steadily