"Yes." The young man immediately stood there quietly.
The Demon Lord glanced at Aoxuan and Qingming beside him, chuckled and said: "In this competition, let your quasi-Shuras fight."
Qing Ming and Aoxuan ignored it and nodded slightly, indicating that they had no objection.
Mubai's heart was shocked, he didn't expect it would be his turn so soon.
At this time, Qing Ming's voice suddenly came to his ears: "You must defeat the Emperor's Shura guards. If you save face for me, I will kill those two friends of yours!"
Mu Bai's face changed greatly, and he cursed in his mind that the princess was evil-hearted and actually threatened her with the lives of Rose and Arjun.
He gritted his teeth and smiled: "Don't worry."
After saying that, he strode towards the competition venue ahead.
"Hmm? The aura on this kid's body, could it be..." The moment Demon Lord noticed Mu Bai, his expression quietly changed.
The hook-nosed middle-aged man also stood opposite Mu Bai at this time, and slowly pulled out a Red Evil Sword from his waist.
The moment the divine sword was unsheathed, a surging murderous aura from the sword pierced Mubai like an awl.
Mu Bai couldn't defend himself. He was so wounded by the murderous intent in the sword that his face instantly turned pale.
"The murderous intent of this artifact is so strong, I don't know how many lives it has killed." Mu Bai thought to himself.
"Boy, if you dare to fight with me, prepare to die." The middle-aged man with a hooked nose pointed his evil sword at Mu Bai and said with a cold smile.
Mu Bai's right hand flashed with red light, and he summoned a large sword that was nearly two people tall. He held it tightly in his palm, looked at it coldly, and said, "Come on."
Before the young man could say anything, the hook-nosed middle-aged man launched an attack on Mu Bai.
I saw the evil sword in his hand shaking rapidly, stabbing out a ball of brilliant sword flowers. The shadow of the sword flashed with cold light, and it stabbed Mu Bai extremely quickly.
This is a mid-level main god, much more powerful than Mu Bai in terms of combat skills, speed, strength, etc.
Mu Bai's face darkened, and all the dark devil's divine power was poured into the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and he rushed forward.
"Kang!" There was a sound.
The broadsword directly struck the hook-nosed middle-aged sword.
"Haha, what a stupid boy, you dare to confront me head-on!" The hook-nosed middle-aged man laughed loudly.
The two of them exchanged moves, and Mu Bai felt a heavy impact from the sword in his hand. He grunted and was knocked back dozens of steps.
"Keng!"
The knife was inserted into the ground, and Mu Bai managed to steady his body, but the hand holding the knife was shaking violently.
After fighting each other, he deeply realized the strength of his opponent, and he was obviously at a disadvantage.