"Oh? So it's Crimson Refinement. What's this? Has Your Elderliness come out of seclusion?"
Upon seeing him, a prodigy of the Chaos Ancient Clan raised his brows and teased him.
"Heh, what does it have to do with you whether I've come out of seclusion?"
"And don't speak to me in that frivolous tone. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from chopping you down."
Crimson Refinement raised a brow and spoke softly.
Though his voice was quiet, though there seemed to be no malice in it, it gave off a dangerous feeling.
An extremely dangerous feeling, naturally.
That sense of danger was not conveyed through his movements or tone, but arose of its own accord.
As though he had been born dangerous.
"Let's go."
After glancing at the men, Crimson Refinement lifted a foot and walked toward the arena step by step.
Behind him, the Chaos Ancient Clan prodigies folded their arms, intending to watch a good show.
Smiles hung on their faces, without the slightest trace of concern.
It was as if they had already won this battle.
That was the confidence three consecutive victories had given them.
Having won, they would certainly keep winning. There was no possibility of defeat.
Victory's effect on one's mentality was also exceedingly direct.
"It's Nangong Yue, the daughter of the Grand Subtle Mystic Palace's Palace Master. Her combat strength is terrifying. She is the foremost figure among the Grand Subtle Mystic Palace's Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivators. This battle should finally be a win, right?"
"I wouldn't dare guarantee it this time. None of the ones who took the field in the first three matches were simple. This time, I truly can't be sure."
"It's not that I'm boosting others' prestige while diminishing our own. Three straight defeats have