The moment Huang Tian spoke, the faces of the Holy Emperor Cult members on the ground turned even uglier.
What did he mean, "Use everything you have and kill me"?
Too arrogant! Too outrageous!
Yet faced with Huang Tian, who seemed so utterly capable and without a single weakness, they could not help feeling powerless.
The Ring of Protection would not last much longer. Beads of sweat rolled down the Holy Emperor Cult leader's forehead, and his whole body trembled. He looked at the despairing faces around him, drew a deep breath, and said through clenched teeth, "We have no choice but to fight him to the death!"
He took a sheet of white paper from his coat pocket. There was no writing or image on it. Then he took out an ordinary little knife and drew it across his left index finger. Blood flowed at once.
He pressed his bleeding finger to the lower right corner of the paper, leaving a red fingerprint. Then he raised the sheet toward Huang Tian, who stood suspended in midair, and declared solemnly, "I challenge him to a duel to decide victory and death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a hazy glow bloomed from the paper and enveloped Huang Tian. The next instant, another bright-red fingerprint appeared on the sheet. It was Huang Tian's.
Both fingerprints shone with scarlet halos, then burst forth as two torrents that rushed into the sky, forming a space the size of an ordinary basketball court.
"Hummm—"
The moment the space appeared, the cult leader and Huang Tian blurred like flowing water and vanished.
Two figures appeared within the space overhead. Their faces were indistinct, but their builds made it easy to tell who was who.
"What kind of strange artifact is that?" Zhou Dongqiang, who had