The moment Chen Che stepped out of the Grand Array, under the incredulous gazes of countless people, his aura surged with every step. The sunlight, leaping over the horizon to adorn the sky, fell upon his body like a golden cape.
"How shall we do this?"
Chen Che looked up, directly facing Wen Yangxi, who stood atop the Clawed Flood Dragon's massive head.
The sun shone from behind him, but the Clawed Flood Dragon blocked most of its light, casting a colossal shadow that stretched for over a hundred li. It was like an inescapable night, a stark contrast to Chen Che.
Hearing the question, Wen Yangxi's gaze hardened, and he spat out four words:
"A fight to the death!"
"Good!"
Chen Che gave a slight nod.
Witnessing this, many people subconsciously took several steps back.
Only Golden Core Cultivators dared to stand before the array.
