"You make your move." Su Chen nodded, speaking quite seriously.
"Are you sure you want me to make the first move?" Saint Asura was slightly startled and snorted with contempt.
"Then I shall make the first move!"
"A piece of advice for you," Saint Asura stared at Su Chen and blinked, "Use all your strength! You only have one chance! The final move of your life, unleash all your energy!"
"Alright," Su Chen nodded affirmatively.
Around them, everyone was submerged in a profound sense of horror; no one spoke or discussed, the atmosphere was overwhelmingly oppressive.
In the depths of their hearts, many began to feel a sense of admiration.
At least, Su Chen, at this very moment, remained calm, quiet, without horror, without losing composure, and certainly without begging for mercy, right?
Such bravery, such a state of mind, truly behooves a Martial Cultivator, one who defies the heavens and fears not life or death.
Of course, aside from admiration, there was even more regret.
