Just catching a glimpse of this formation, the cultivators watching from the city walls felt their hearts tighten, their breathing become difficult, and a heavy, tragic sense of oppression spread.
The Three-Eyed Thunder Peng Emperor stepped forward from the crowd, casually cupped his hands in salute, and said with a clear laugh: "Fellow Daoist Su Xue, at this point, why persist in confusion? The fall of the Moonrise Sect is just a matter of time. Why not surrender the city early and avoid unnecessary death? Otherwise, with your paths abandoned, death will come, and regret will be too late!"
"Demonic talk meant to deceive, a waste of breath."
True Monarch Su Xue's voice was icy: "Since we've agreed to a duel, where is the arena?"
"Arena?"
The Three-Eyed Thunder Peng Emperor sneered: "Fighting face to face on the battlefield, how exhilarating! What need is there for such a tedious arena?"
