"Are you confident?" Shangguan Xian asked.
"What do you think?" Xu Zimo replied with a question.
"I know you're strong, but you mustn't underestimate Ghost Holy Son," Shangguan Xian reminded him.
"He is the inheritor of Netherworld Valley.
Netherworld Valley is a very peculiar place.
Though they are born into the Fire Clan, they have always longed for the power of cold.
It is said that Netherworld Valley's ancestors descended into the Nine Netherworlds and obtained ghostfire from beneath the earth, making it their own life-bound true flame."
"As for this Ghost Holy Son, it is said that before him, Netherworld Valley actually had another inheritor.
But Ghost Holy Son cultivated for barely a dozen years.
Then, at the age of fifteen, he defeated Netherworld Valley's inheritor and became the new inheritor.
He is hailed as Netherworld Valley's most talented inheritor in nearly ten thousand years."
"One such thing in ten thousand years?" Xu Zimo laughed.
"He is somewhat bloodthirsty, but his strength must not be underestimated," Shangguan Xian said.
"If I faced him and used every trump card I had, I still wouldn't be completely certain of victory."
"Your Immortal Spirit Fire is no weaker than his ghostfire," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"That may be true, but do your best," Shangguan Xian said, smiling.
As match after match came to an end.
At last, the referee called Xu Zimo's name.
"Xu Zimo versus Ghost Holy Son."
As the second-ranked favorite to win on the Myriad Fire Ranking, the attention and popularity Ghost Holy Son drew were anything but ordinary.
Especially after he had brutally killed Zhang Hengzhi in his previous match.
That cruel battle had instead left the spectators feeling exhilarated.
The audience liked this sort of savage fighting—every punch landing solidly on flesh, life-and-death struggles.