Short, acting tough, offering Gilgamesh up for a waist slash! Gilgamesh?!
That nickname really suited Xia Yuan's whole vibe.
Thinking of that domineering king with golden hair and red eyes, Mo Shiyu's heart began to pound wildly, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Who wouldn't be excited when their SSR got a handsome new skin?
And there was a very good chance he had become even stronger!
That was a little outrageous...
Mo Shiyu didn't even dare imagine it.
Xia Yuan was already terrifyingly strong. Could he really become even stronger?
The elevator continued rising, just like Mo Shiyu's mounting excitement.
Soon, they reached the twenty-fourth floor!
Since they were facing acquaintances like the Yordle girl and Demon Blade Princess, Xia Yuan had no intention of opening with Unlimited Void.
That move was reserved for cowards who surrendered the moment they saw him.
Clearly.
Luo Ziyan and Demon Blade Princess were not that type.
As one of the favorites to win this Peak Tournament, as well as battle fanatics, they would not back down even knowing how strong Xia Yuan was.
Demon Blade Princess and Dumb Dragon both looked rather dumb, but they were dumb in completely opposite ways...
One feared neither heaven nor earth, charging ahead without a shred of cowardice.
The other was a coward afraid of everything...
Ding...!
The elevator doors opened.
Both sides unhurriedly stepped onto the Spirit Contract Arena.
Demon Blade Princess still wore her gorgeous black-and-red patterned battle dress, holding a slender katana that glowed with an eerie red light.
Her long high ponytail swayed gently as she moved.
Her narrow, enchanting eyes held no emotion whatsoever.
It was as if everything in the world was merely something she could cut down.
The instant the elevator doors opened, Demon Blade Princess locked her sharp gaze