On the Evil Dao side, the faces of countless cultivators were filled with undisguised contempt and cruelty.
However satisfying Lu Ren's slaughter had been, the All-Heavens Alliance would soon suffer despair to match.
"When I pluck your head off with these claws, I wonder... can the mighty Chaos Clan bear such humiliation?"
Wolf Shaman's voice was hoarse with excitement, his tone as playful as a cat toying with a mouse.
In the Righteous Path Arena, the All-Heavens Alliance always sent out old relics nearing the end of their lives, men of mediocre talent.
Gu Hanxiao was different. He was the Seventeenth Ancestor of the Chaos Clan, possessed the Eight-Marked Battle Body, and was a top prodigy with a genuine hope of attaining Perfected Dao Fruit.
If Wolf Shaman could torment him to death here, it would be more than a tactical victory. It would be the cruelest possible trampling of the Chaos Clan's dignity.
Perhaps it would even force that Lu Ren out!
"Are those your last words?"
The child Lu Ren had become raised his eyes slightly. His voice was cold, and open disdain appeared on his face.
As though the menacing Wolf Shaman before him were nothing but a mud chicken or clay dog.
"Gu Hanxiao's still talking tough with death at his door?"
"Let's see how arrogant he is when Wolf Shaman tears him apart!"
Sneers and angry jeers rose from the Evil Dao camp.
As they saw it, even if Gu Hanxiao somehow defeated Wolf Shaman, stronger and more terrifying opponents still awaited him.
Today, his blood was destined to splatter across the arena!
"Wolf Shaman, why haven't you moved? Tear him apart. Let the All-Heavens Alliance... fall into utter despair!"
An impatient Monster Dao expert in the Entering Evil State urged him on.
"Heh... my