An Shelie stared intently at Su Heng before him, and in his trance, it was as if he saw himself a thousand years ago.
Equally spirited and fearless.
Firm in his belief that he was the strongest.
Until failure descended upon his crown.
Experiencing betrayal, watching the city he built crumble, his army routed, his people slaughtered mercilessly, and the warriors who had sworn loyalty to him falling one after another. Blood flowed like rivers, and the horrific spectacle of corpses strewn everywhere.
Only when such a moment arrived could he truly feel that he was just so-so.
Did that failure change him?
Perhaps...
But An Shelie would not refuse a challenge.
"You better think this through." An Shelie's mouth slowly twisted into a rough smile, appearing on his narrow face with a long knife scar, "If you die, that's the end of everything. You haven't reached the realm beyond Heavenly Deceit, you won't get a second chance."