The "Blood World Pearl"?
Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback by the revelation and began to realize some details had gone unnoticed.
How could Yan Wuse be beaten so quickly? His entrance into the Arena was so spectacular. Number Two had battled for so long before being defeated, yet Yan Wuse had bit the dust relatively fast.
And what about Xiao Kongtong's strength? He possessed the ability to fight beyond his level. But how could Yan Wuse, a genius, not also possess such a talent?
In such a scenario, how could the Three Realms Sword control him for so long?
In a situation where both were geniuses, the difference in realms was absolute.
Except for sudden, unexpected divine interventions during battles, it was nearly impossible to bridge such a gap.
Even their journey toward the Fallen Abyss seemed to hold a layer of unique guidance.
"The root of calamity, the guidance of death..."
Xiao Kongtong murmured, consumed by echoes of dread.