Wang Zhong was extremely mysterious, and the more others came into contact with him, the more difficult he was to see through.

In Chen Xi’s opinion, Wang Zhong had concealed his strength much better than any of the participating disciples. However, Chen Xi couldn’t be bothered to think about that.

This battle was the final battle in the 3rd level of the Dao Discussion’s second round. No matter how unusual and mysterious Wang Zhong’s origins were, this battle couldn’t be avoided.

Clang!

Chen Xi withdrew the Banisher, and then he gazed indifferently at Wang Zhong and said, “Let’s begin.”

Clang!

Wang Zhong smiled lightheartedly and actually withdrew a sword as well.

The sword was four fingers wide, over a meter long, and completely bright crimson. It emanated an extremely terrifying and sharp aura, revealed a horrifying scarlet red hue, and it seemed as if it was made from the blood of the gods.

When looked at from afar, it caused others to have the misconception that they’d seen a mountain of corpses, an ocean of blood, Fiendgods roaring with sorrow, sages falling into oblivion, and all this suffering obliteration and ceasing to exist.

“What a terrifying bloody aura. What treasure is that?”

“Wang Zhong never utilized that treasure before this. Could it be that his true trump card is his cultivation in...