Yun Xi's body trembled slightly as she watched Desolate and Shi Hao in the Lower Realm. He was still less than eighteen years old, yet he already looked down on the primordial figures from the higher realms.
"Make your move now, kill him!" whispered a deity in the shadows.
Finally, Yun Xi steadied her spirit and stepped across the sky toward the opposite mountain peak, drawing closer to Shi Hao.
"Eh, is someone from the younger generation of the Celestials Clan still willing to fight?" The crowd was surprised. Even at this point, did the royal family from the past still refuse to give up?
At this juncture, everyone was convinced that among the youth in the Three Thousand States, very few could rival Shi Hao, clearly excluding the exceptional individuals from the Celestials Clan.
