High above Shengjing, deep within the white clouds.
Ten great arenas, held aloft by the single hand of a certain True Immortal, stood firm above the sea of clouds, dark and profound.
"Is that all there is?"
A prodigy of the Demon Race grinned, grabbing the Human Race prodigy he was fighting, and asked mockingly:
"Do you surrender?"
"I... I surr..."
The Human Race prodigy coughed up a mouthful of blood, his gaze losing focus. He wanted to surrender, but before he could finish, a bloodthirsty light flashed in the Demon Race prodigy's eyes.
SQUELCH!!
He gripped the young prodigy with both hands and, with a sudden exertion of force, tore him in two. Blood and gore flew everywhere!
Reveling as he drank the splattering blood, this Great Demon, on par with the Celestial Human Level, grinned and said:
"Is this what you call a prodigy? Weak, cowardly, timid... is this all? Is this really all!"
