"Lu Ren, aren't you going to retreat?" the four-star divine general asked worriedly.
"I won't retreat. I'll accept a challenge from anyone in the Undead Race until Prince Jueyu steps forward!" Lu Ren said calmly.
Then he looked at Prince Jueyu and asked, "Prince Jueyu, aren't you coming up?"
Prince Jueyu's face darkened at Lu Ren's provocation.
Bone Spirit Divine King and the others felt humiliated and defeated.
They had already declared that Prince Jueyu would appear only after Lu Ren won ten battles in a row.
Lu Ren still had three battles to go. Were they supposed to send three more people up to die?
But Lu Ren's strength seemed bottomless, and fear surged in every heart.
Even though Lu Ren had already fought seven battles in a row!
In the Divine Court camp, Lu Ren's words set everyone's blood surging. They worried about him, but the spirit he showed stirred them all the same.
Since entering the Purgatory Battlefield, they had killed plenty of Undead Race fighters, but they had never felt so fired up.
"Fine! This prince will face you himself!" Prince Jueyu shouted as he leaped onto the platform.
Lu Ren stared at him and sneered. "Prince Jueyu, you finally couldn't hold back. Looks like the Undead Race has no worthy geniuses left!"
"The Undead Race has more geniuses than you can count. They simply haven't entered the battlefield. If you think you can stop killing by killing, I'm telling you now—it won't work!" Prince Jueyu said coldly. His heart was pitiless, and the light in his eyes was as sharp as a blade.
"Once I kill you, you'll be the eighth. Then there'll be a ninth, a tenth, an eleventh. I'll keep killing until none of you dares come up!" Lu Ren said icily.
"Kill