On the arena, Xia Ping and Feng Qiudao stood facing each other, locked in a standoff.
"Xia Ping."
Feng Qiudao looked at Xia Ping. Dressed in white, he was as handsome as jade. "Why didn't you listen to those Core Students and obediently concede? It would have been better for everyone."
"Otherwise, you'll lose the match today and offend those Core Students, without getting anything in return. You're courting death—you'll end up with nowhere to be buried."
Hearing this, Xia Ping raised an eyebrow. "Have you become one of those Core Students' lackeys, too?"
"Lackey?"
Feng Qiudao laughed. "No one in this world could make me their lackey. But they did come to find me and promised me all sorts of benefits if I defeated you in the finals."
"But that was what I intended to do anyway. Even without them, I wouldn't go easy on you."
His gaze was exceedingly haughty. He didn't take anyone in the world seriously.
"Go easy on me? Xie Anshou wanted to do that, too. But you can see how he ended up."
Xia Ping retorted sharply.
"Xie Anshou? He's nothing but an arrogant fool who got a little lucky and thought he was invincible. That's how small-timers are: they get a taste of success and immediately start talking nonsense."
Feng Qiudao sneered. "How could a small-timer like him ever compare to me, Feng Qiudao? You haven't seen just how powerful a true King Bloodline is. It's something you could never match."
"But since you refuse to see reason, I'll send you to your grave myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked.
In that instant, true essence surged behind Feng Qiudao, and the air twisted. It seemed to take the shape of a gigantic flaming phoenix. Terrifying red flames erupted, raising the