"Blood-Handed Asura, if you can withstand this move of mine, I will give up the contention for this lotus!" Redick said proudly, "But if you lose, you must join my Hand of Death, how about that?"
A wager on a single move when Redick had the upper hand was astonishing.
The Death Scythe was Redick's strongest technique, a testament to his immense confidence in his Death God's Scythe!
There was no hint of emotion in Ling Feng's dark eyes as he said indifferently, "A wager on a single move, I accept!"
"Good!" Redick laughed loudly, then gripped the Death God's Scythe with both hands: "This move, realized after stepping into the Demi-God Domain, has been unsurpassed by anyone so far. If you can withstand it, you win!"
As he spoke, Redick's hands grasped the handle of the Death God's Scythe, several blue bells hanging on the massive scythe chimed crisply and pleasantly as Redick shook them.
