The young man in the bamboo hat quietly stared at Xuanyuan Po, gradually calming down.
The killing intent vanished, leaving only absolute calm and cold.
Both his voice and expression were cold to the extreme.
In his view, Xuanyuan Po was a walking corpse, an inevitable object of sacrifice.
"Even if I used nothing, you still would be no match for me. In front of me, Chen Changsheng was also just a dog, so how could you do any better? Once I complete my task, I will kill you. Of course, I will not personally kill you. I will let you die painfully and despairingly at the hands of your own race."
Xuanyuan Po remained silent. He stood there covered in blood, giving no response.
With this, victory and defeat were decided.
It appeared that no one would be able to stop the young man from gaining the final victory in the Heavenly Selection ceremony.
All around the Imperial City was silence, with not a single sound to be heard.
