"Hmm?"
Ku Ruo, clad in a blood-red robe, had barely glanced at Qiu Ran stepping onto the platform when suspicion flickered in his eyes.
"Why is this man's hostility toward me so heavy?"
"Could it be that, aside from the matter of the subordinate sect, he and I had some other grudge before this?"
Ku Ruo carefully searched his memories, but in the end, he found nothing.
Among the Northwest Four Sects, Blood Shadow Sect's mountain was the farthest from Tiger Chasing. The two had never had any dealings before.
Tiger Chasing had clearly wiped out his sect's subordinate sect, while Daoyuan Mountain had reaped the benefits. So why did it now seem as though he himself had gained some enormous advantage?
Unable to make sense of it, Ku Ruo stopped wasting his thoughts on it.
No matter what, he had to defeat this man. What Qiu Ran thought was irrelevant.
"The third round of the Perfected battles, begin!"
"Blood Ocean!"
"Purple Lightning Tribulation!"
The two activated their spirit control simultaneously, and their auras, already at the pinnacle of the Twelfth Floor of Qi Gathering, swelled madly once more.
Clang—
Boom!
Boom!
Qiu Ran had transformed into a streak of violet lightning. Every flicker of his body brought forth an ear-splitting thunderclap.
The sound made the souls of many lower-realm disciples tremble, forcing them to use spiritual power to seal off their ears.
Otherwise, before long, they might faint after losing their hold on their souls.
Ku Ruo simultaneously turned into a dark crimson blood shadow. The killing power of his Spirit Manifestation could not compare to Qiu Ran's, but it possessed other wondrous uses.
One violet and one crimson figure whirled and danced across the Dao Discussion Platform, while thunderous explosions and bursts of blood rang out without end.