Upon entering the cage, Ye Wushuang felt an instinctive revulsion. He despised the feeling of being bound and imprisoned.
All eyes in the crowd were on him. His purple robes were neither luxurious nor particularly eye-catching, but the calm indifference radiating from his eyes was strangely mesmerizing.
Even facing the terrifying Sky-Split Earth Dragon, he showed no flicker of emotion.
ROAR! ROAR!
The Sky-Split Earth Dragon shrieked and was the first to attack, charging at Ye Wushuang like a small hill. Instantly, the entire cage began to tremble.
Ye Wushuang drew an Ancient Sword, took a step forward, and charged as well.
BOOM!
The Sky-Split Earth Dragon thundered forward, its massive body a blur as one of its giant claws slashed violently at Ye Wushuang.
Countless dark bloodstains caked its claws, a testament to how many Cultivators had already perished under them.
But Ye Wushuang did not retreat. Gripping his Ancient Sword, he continued his charge without pause.
"Kill!"
