Huang Xiaolong’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the Evolving Dragon Holy Prince, Yang Rong. A smile formed on his face as he continued, “Are you challenging me to a life or death battle in the central holy arena?” 

Huang Xiaolong deliberately emphasized the part about the life and death battle.

Tan Hongyi sneered, “That’s right. Senior Brother Yang Rong and I are ranked among the weakest talents in the Evolving Dragon Holy Ground. Huang Xiaolong, are you afraid to take us up on the challenge? Oh, with your trashy talent, there’s no way you would dare to accept our challenge anyway. It’s alright to be afraid of death!”

Upon forcing the blood to rush up his face, Huang Xiaolong pushed his acting skills to the maximum as he forced his face to contort. As though Tan Hongyi had managed to successfully anger him, Huang...