Hearing Xu Zimei's words, Qiong Qi stood up, his mouth twisted into a sinister smile.
His laughter was loud, causing ripples to spread through the space around him.
"If you can defeat me, the Heaven-reaching Record is naturally yours, and I won't have a chance to choose," Qiong Qi said.
"Although I am not at my peak at the moment, I am still without rivals on the Eternal Ancient Continent."
"Is that so," Xu Zimei said with a light smile as he too stood up.
Behind Qiong Qi, torrents of blood-red Spiritual Energy surged into the sky, reflecting against both the heavens and the earth.
This blood-red Spiritual Energy kept churning as if something was trying to break free from within, struggling continuously.
"Come on, let's see how much you weigh," Qiong Qi stretched out his hand and said nonchalantly.
"If you disappoint me too much, I guess you won't be able to leave here alive."
