As he spoke of this, Savidean VII laughed dryly, “Of course, I’m not talking about Mr. X. But you know, there are always a few dirty, despicable groups during each Holy War…”

“Savidean VII.” Xu Yangyi looked at his hand. “I heard the Holy War has a rule.”

“A Battle of Blood.” He raised his head and coldly looked at the other without a trace of emotion. “To the very last breath. In the rules, once a battle is picked, there’s no leeway whatsoever to withdraw. Regardless if the other side accepts or not.” His gaze was like lightning. “If you think you can can kill me for sure, then just get straight to the point and propose a Battle of Blood. If not…”

“Then get lost and go back to where you were.”

Killing intent flashed through Savidean’s eyes. “I misspoke. I only want to tell Mr. X about a few internal rules. Such as the ‘return ticket’.”

Xu Yangyi was unphased, Savidean continued, “Mr. X, have you thought about why there are so many candidates? It is simple, because no one can guarantee that a dark horse won’t appear, or some other fool with an ulterior motive. On a family’s list of names, there are usually only one or two actual seeds. The others are all there to aid their existence. If...