Alucas's roar, filled with resentment and madness, still echoed through the elevator when he charged out, wrapped in dense black blood-fiend aura.
The pitch-black cross dragged across the ground, scattering sparks in every direction.
At the center of the arena, atop the golden throne.
Xia Yuan did not even look at him.
His blond hair gleamed, his red eyes languid!
He leisurely raised the Uruk Great Cup and took an elegant sip.
Then he slightly turned his head and said to the figure beside him, huffing and puffing through push-ups on the floor:
"Chubby Yu, your form is slipping. Why are you sticking your ass up so high?"
"With that little bit of sex appeal, you think you can seduce this king?"
"Add ten more."
Mo Shiyu was overwhelmed with grief and indignation. Sweat soaked her bangs as she cursed furiously in her heart.
Xia Yuan, you heartless tyrant!
A foolish tyrant!
Of course, she did not dare say it aloud. Otherwise, if she displeased him, he would surely start nitpicking her push-ups again...
Mo Shiyu could only grit her teeth and keep rising and falling, like a stranded salted fish making its final flops.
Meanwhile, Alucas's supposedly cool entrance and domineering declaration of revenge were completely ignored...
His face immediately heated up, and he snapped angrily:
"Xia Yuan!"
"Did you not hear me talking?"
Only then did Xia Yuan glance at him and sneer.
"Hmph, noisy."
"A lowly dog only fit to crawl on the ground. If you wish to die, come over quickly."
The Gate of Babylon appeared behind him once more.
Alucas was so angry that he laughed.
He felt that all the contempt and ridicule he had suffered in his life had been crammed into this one match...
When had someone as lofty as him ever