When Mr. Nian heard what Yun Yang had said, his immaculately sculpted face immediately twisted in fury. He trembled with rage, hissing through gritted teeth, "Supreme Cloud, since this is the final battle, it should be completed between the two of us, shouldn't it?"
"I understand what you mean. You're wary of Lingxi's mystical red light. Despite having God's Bones as an advantage, you still don't dare to meet her, fully intending to provoke me to duel one to one against you. It doesn't matter, I shall fulfill your wish," answered Yun Yang faintly.
Mr, Nian smirked menacingly and said, "Then, what are you waiting for?"
He emitted a drawn-out howl.
"Back then, you had the blood debt of your brothers to avenge. Right now, I have my brothers' blood debt to claim as well. Let's see to whom destiny finally belongs to. Let us see whether the nine dragons triumph in the heavens for eternity or the Four Seasons sink forever!"
Yun Yang laughed.