"Let me introduce myself. Ling Juehan."
"I'll introduce myself too. Hong Xiao."
Ling Juehan stood expressionless on the Arena, his ice-blue eyes as still as a pair of frozen pools as he watched Hong Xiao across from him.
In his right hand, he held a fist-sized ice-blue bell.
Frost continually formed and faded across its surface.
With every breath, a law pattern flickered across the bell.
It turned slowly in his palm like a miniature ice-blue star.
Small as it was, the bell radiated an ancient aura that made the heart tremble.
It seemed like a relic dredged from an age sealed in ice for countless millennia.
The dense runes covering its surface pulsed faintly through the cold mist, like ice-blue veins.
Hong Xiao grinned, revealing two rows of sawtoothed fangs.
The two flames in his crimson eyes suddenly flared, fire surging from the depths of his pupils.
They blazed within his eye sockets, as though they might melt his crimson eyeballs into molten iron at any moment.
His thirty-foot body stood on the Arena like an iron tower.
Crimson chains wound around him and dragged across the ground with a dull metallic scrape.
Each chain was as thick as an adult's thigh, its links covered in dark-red runes.
Those runes crept across the chains like living things, breathing out scorching bloodline power.
A pair of curved purple horns atop his head pointed straight toward the sky, their surfaces dense with purple markings.
The markings covered both horns like a tightly woven spiderweb.
They spread from the bases of his horns across his entire body, tracing savage designs over his dark-red skin.
On the Arena, the two stood a hundred yards apart. One was ice-blue as winter; the other, crimson as molten lava.
Beyond the Arena, countless cultivators held their