As Madman Tu's voice fell, a suffocating pressure descended upon the entire area.
This was an unavoidable, great battle.
It would also be a battle of great significance.
Madman Tu represented Lei Province, and Ning Jiang represented Qing Province. This was a duel between the pinnacles of the two provinces' younger generations.
'In the past, Qing Province has always been weaker than us, their younger generation always firmly suppressed,' they thought. 'But this Ning Jiang is unfathomable. Maybe he can actually pose a threat to Madman Tu.'
'Regardless, the winner of this battle will become famous throughout both provinces.'
'All things considered, I'd rather see Madman Tu win.'
In their hearts, Duan Lengya and the others were still partial to Madman Tu. After all, like them, he was from Lei Province.
Before their very eyes, killing intent surged from Madman Tu's body. His gaze was cold to the extreme.
"Since you're looking to die, I'll grant your wish."
