Hearing Xiao Yun's words, Zhan Xingchen felt extremely panicked. Xiao Yun had stood there without moving and taken his three moves head-on, yet emerged completely unscathed. He had not even been able to break through the other man's defenses. Who was stronger and who was weaker was obvious at a glance.
Now that Xiao Yun was going to retaliate, could he withstand it?
Zhan Xingchen had no confidence whatsoever, but before everyone's eyes, as the third-ranked Holy Son of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, he could not back down.
He could not just admit defeat, could he?
Then he would become the disgrace of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, mocked by all its disciples.
Therefore, Zhan Xingchen gritted his teeth and stared solemnly at Xiao Yun across from him. In a deep voice, he said, "Please instruct me, Senior Brother Xiao!"
As he spoke, Zhan Xingchen mobilized all the power in his body. A layer of golden radiance erupted from his body, driving his aura ever higher.
Clearly, Zhan Xingchen did not dare be careless. He was going all out.
Xiao Yun, on the other hand, appeared utterly relaxed. He looked calmly at Zhan Xingchen and allowed him to continue raising his aura without making any move to stop him.
Zhan Xingchen knew that this was because Xiao Yun possessed absolute confidence and was certain of victory, unafraid of him increasing his strength.
This made Zhan Xingchen feel immense pressure. The other man's invincible conviction was too powerful, giving him the feeling that he was facing a Saint.
However, this also spurred Zhan Xingchen to push his power to its peak. His aura grew even stronger, golden light blazing over his entire body. He truly seemed like a Golden War God descending into the world.
"Are you ready?"
Seeing that