As the words fell, the entire place fell deathly silent—quiet as the grave, unmoving as stagnant water.
Everyone stared, dumbstruck, as if they couldn't believe their own ears.
Even Yue Hong's facial muscles twitched slightly.
Make Xiao Ming kneel and beg you?
You actually dare to say that.
That was basically provoking Xiao Ming to fury!
Sure enough!
Xiao Ming's face darkened, so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water—enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.
Buzz!
An intangible wave swept across heaven and earth.
Amidst the stillness, a violent wind howled, carrying a force sharp enough to rend everything apart.
Five-colored spiritual radiance welled up, swirling around Xiao Ming, as if he were a Five-Colored Spirit God incarnate!
Majestic, towering, unattainable!
That aura alone enveloped the Martial Arena, forming its own domain, bringing terror, oppression, and awe.
