Xue Mao's eyes glinted with cunning as he carefully studied Xiao Ming's expression, searching for any hint of weakness.
However, Xiao Ming remained utterly unfazed. His mind was like still water, unperturbed by the chaotic energy around him.
Unlike others who would have been caught in a whirlwind of excitement and nervousness, his heart held no trace of fear or anticipation.
Meanwhile, the battle between Xiong Yan and Yu Jingtian continued to rage.
Xiong Yan unleashed the full might of his blazing fist, while Yu Jingtian's pitch-black saber sliced through the air, attempting to shroud the world in an eerie, suffocating darkness.
The contrast in their styles was striking: one a torrent of fiery energy, the other a cold, unyielding force.
"Xiong Yan," Yu Jingtian sneered, his voice as cold as his saber, "You're already starting to turn pale. It seems you're realizing just how outmatched you are. Are you starting to reconsider?"