"Hmm?"
The Zi Mansion Holy Son was bewildered. He had not yet recovered from his pride and complacency when he was ambushed.
"Where is this?"
The surroundings were pitch-dark. Beneath his feet lay a platform similar to a dueling arena. It was a special space, but one the Zi Mansion Holy Son had never seen before. His gaze swept around as he spread his Divine Sense, but he could find no explanation for any of it.
"Who dares to ambush this Holy Son? If you have the guts, show yourself!"
The Zi Mansion Holy Son's heart sank with a touch of astonishment. He had already cleared the area, killing both the kilometer-tall peach tree and the thirteen survivors. He thought there should be no one left. Moreover, with his strength, not just anyone could ambush him, even if he was momentarily careless.
Could it be the Ghost Saint?
