Inside the Arena World.
The Underworld God stood before Luo Feng. Though this was only a Divine Power Clone, he still wore black from head to toe, with a veiled bamboo hat that hid his face.
A long, slender blade hung at his side. Zhou was clearly a swordsman too.
An assassin-style swordsman.
"Zhou, the swordsman of Yuan City." Luo Feng studied the figure before him and spoke slowly, fighting spirit rising in his eyes. This, he felt, was an evenly matched opponent.
"Starlight of Frost City. A swordsman like me. I've seen your blade work. You're strong," Zhou said, offering Luo Feng high praise. "Your blade work is more versatile, while I'm an assassin through and through. We follow entirely different paths. Let's see whether your blade is stronger or mine is faster."
"We only have ten minutes. Let's make the most of it!" Fierce fighting spirit shone in Zhou's eyes behind the black veil.
With that, Zhou vanished.
He, too, was a God King versed in the mysteries of the Space Origin. His figure slipped into layer upon layer of folded spacetime, and Phantom Bodies appeared.
"You know Phantom Bodies won't work on me," Luo Feng said. He moved as well.
Figures darted rapidly around him. At a thought, Luo Feng set boundless power surging through the spacetime between them. Enormous stars formed one after another, while his Dragon Tower Realm Secret Art took shape. Great stars filled the Arena World, along with streams of chaotic energy.
Dragon Tower Realm consumed little power. Its energy circulated on its own and could even enhance the might of the Astral Dao Manual.
The space governed by the Astral Dao Manual was like Luo Feng's own domain. He could swiftly control and draw on the power within it, enough to restrict