"I've wanted to spar with you for three years, and this time, I finally get the chance."
Cold light flashed in Bu Fengning's eyes as his divine sword met the attack of the Angel of Slaughter.
On the second arena, Qingya had also summoned the three shikigami from before, standing aloof in the distance, letting the Angel of Slaughter charge out.
"You wouldn't be a match for me."
Qingya said coldly, having already lost one point, he must win on Bu Fengning's side!
There were still eight battles to come, and he couldn't lose any more of them; otherwise, he wouldn't even secure second place. Ye Feng's strength had been a complete surprise; Qingya had always thought he was strong enough, freakishly so among the younger generation. In his early thirties, he had already touched the great power of the Yin-Yang Realm, a rare genius of the century.
But unexpectedly, the monster that was the Northern Border King Ye Feng had emerged.