Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Qiong Qi rose to his feet with a wicked grin.
His laughter boomed, sending ripples through the surrounding space.
"If you can defeat me, the Heaven-Reaching Record will naturally be yours. I have no choice in the matter," Qiong Qi said.
"Though I am not at my peak now, there is still no one on this Eternal Continent who can call themselves my equal."
"Is that so?" Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile as he rose as well.
Behind Qiong Qi, streams of blood-red spiritual energy surged into the sky, reflecting against heaven and earth.
The blood-red spiritual energy churned without end, as though something within it were struggling to burst free.
"Come, let me see what you are made of," Qiong Qi said blandly, extending a hand.
"If you disappoint me too much, I doubt you will leave this place alive."
Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile. He could sense that Qiong Qi's strength had yet to recover to the Immortal Ascension realm.
He should be at the Divine King level. Yet in terms of the sheer depth of his spiritual energy, aside from the Sky Curtain War God of the True Martial Sacred Sect, this man was the strongest Xu Zimo had ever encountered.
Xu Zimo slowly drew the long saber from his back, while his aura steadily strengthened.
"Of the so-called Seven Fears, the first fear is Ao Han." Qiong Qi extended his right hand, and the phantom of a fear beast burst through the red spiritual energy behind him.
It stood directly in the air behind him.
Ao Han resembled an ox, with four horns and long fur draping over its body like a rain cape.
With a sweep of his hand, Qiong Qi had Ao Han's phantom attach