A white light shone brightly as Han Sen stepped onto the physical clouds of Shen Xiao. Then, he said, "I'm afraid this will be my final fight in the third spirit base. No one will dare fight me, after what they are about to see. That being said, I'll grant you the opportunity to forfeit before we begin."
The spirits that watched, all believed Han Sen was trying to bluff his way out of the fight.
At first, Split-Space King did not say a word. He silently stepped onto the clouds of Shen Xiao, then said coldly, "You're afraid, huh? You should be."
Han Sen laughed in response, and said, "You can go on believing that, if it helps. But how about you just cut the crap and try to kill me, like you've been saying over and over."
Split-Space King swung his hand like a blade that seemed to tear through the fabric of reality.
Cracks spiderwebbed through the very space around Han Sen.
