Bai Yuan had just returned to the Martial Arena when a towering figure appeared before him.
"One Soul Attack was enough to kill the Berserker. Even the Spirit Empress can't do that. Who are you, really?"
The man stood six meters tall. He wore dark purple armor, and a massive War Blade was strapped to his back. His presence was imposing.
Just then, several figures flew out of the Martial Arena and respectfully bowed to him.
"Greetings, Martial God!"
"Martial God?"
Bai Yuan's gaze shifted slightly.
There was only one person in the entire Sword Domain who dared to call himself the Martial God: Wu Zhanren, the founder of the Martial Arena.
Wu Zhanren's gaze remained fixed on Bai Yuan, clearly waiting for his answer.
Bai Yuan chuckled and slowly replied, "Why don't you find out for yourself how strong I am?"
"Very well!"
Wu Zhanren agreed without hesitation.
He didn't know just how powerful Bai Yuan's Soul Attack was, but he trusted in the strength of his own will and had special means of resisting Soul Attacks. He had little to fear.
Their exchange reached the spectators, and everyone around them looked incredulous.
"Yuan actually challenged the Martial God? Is he asking to die?"
"Does he really think beating Bitor means he can take on a first-tier powerhouse?"
"Good. Someone should take him down a peg before he gets too full of himself!"
On the arena, Wu Zhanren swung his War Blade, and a terrifying power erupted.
His Force Amplitude reached fifty-one times, making him even stronger than ordinary Universe Realm powerhouses. His blade technique was also exceptionally refined.
With both advantages combined, it was no wonder he was acknowledged as the second-strongest fighter on the first level of the Sword Domain.
Bai Yuan stood firm and swung his