The air was filled with a murderous aura, as if the nine heavens had been frozen.
Joelson looked coldly at the person in front of him. A terrifying aura emerged from this person's body. That aura was like the cold winter of December.
"Human brat, do you really want to challenge me?"
That person crossed his hands with a disdainful look on his face. The audience below the stage cried out in surprise.
"Are you really not willing to give me face?"
That person's tone carried a haughtiness that seemed as if heaven and earth would not be placed in his eyes. He looked as if he was the only one watching. The audience below the viewing platform, who were watching the battle below, were so shocked that their mouths were wide open.
"Who, who is this person?"
"I don't know... He seems to be very strong!"
"Hey, honey, come out and watch the fight between the immortals!"