The Flamboyant Sun was taken aback, to dare and say stuff like that would be the stuff of nightmares for any cultivator.
However, with how The Flamboyant Sun's personality is.
He couldn't help but let out a soul-rending laugh.
It was loud enough that the very tower under him began rattling. If it wasn't for another one of the Suns stopping the vibrations, some of the audience members could have lost their cultivation or their lives.
And that was nothing but a passive laugh.
"Good! That is how one should address the world! With pride and a burning passion! GOOD DU SHEN! SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!" the Flamboyant Sun's entire being began radiating an oppressive energy. Enough that the space around him began morphing from the sheer heat and power.
Mirage-like apparitions began manifesting themselves, like one on a high dose of psychedelics. Visual disturbance and spatial ruptures began manifesting. But Shen Bao resisted all and all almost casually, slowly drinking from his cup as the pressure weighed on him.
For the Demon Sword, the pressure was like a mountain was placed atop his shoulder, it was so heavy that he was forced into the ground.
But Du Shen didn't seem to care enough to show anything more than a smirk as he continued to drink from his cup.
"Enough!" the Demon Sword said, "I give," he added.
And suddenly the aura stopped and everything returned to normal.
Another Divine Sense message was sent to Shen Bao.
"You better pray that we don't meet in these rounds, for I will make it my goal to end you!"
Shen Bao's expression didn't change as he simply replied, "Your words would have had more weight if you weren't groveling on the ground under me," he said.
For cultivators, one's position and status mean a lot. Shen Bao was sitting on a high platform, and the Demon Sword was down below on the arena floor. It was as if he was groveling for Shen Bao.
And that made the Demon Sword feel more enraged, but he still managed to calm himself.
For Shen Bao, who usually never provokes people first, he had to speak these words since he noticed something.
The man called the Demon Sword had an internal injury that he was suppressing, and although Shen Bao had no idea what caused it, he immediately realized that the Demon Sword was injured when he tried to block the pressure from the Flamboyant Sun, and he knew what caused it.
It was a poison-induced injury.
"Are you not going?" Eccentric Long said to me.
"I will," I said as I stood up and walked forward appearing right next to the closest platform.
There was a man already standing there. But seeing no one going up, I couldn't help but wonder why.
"That's the Bloody Fang, he's one of the western tribe's most infamous killers. It seems that not a lot of people want to avoid fighting him. What terrible luck, I probably need to find another platform to challenge."
One random cultivator spoke up.
Apparently, this guy is some bigshot, but it doesn't really matter. I walked up the stairs under the gaze of other cultivators, who were mumbling the words madman, or crazy, some even recognized me and thought it was going to be a good show.
"Oh, you're that guy," the Bloody Fang said.
"This should be a good match! I've seen what you're capable off, but that weapon of yours takes too long to fire," he grinned as he pulled up a double axe from behind his back.
He licked the edge of one of the axes and said, "It would give me a lot of recognition if I were to take your life right here!"
I didn't reply.
A man wearing white robes with the symbol of a fiery sun on it was standing on the side of the arena. Probably one of the people of the Flamboyant Sun.
"Please begin whenever you wish to," he said as he stood still to watch.
"Then here I com-"
His words didn't finish as a hole as big as a fist was visible for all to see in his stomach.
He spat out blood, and gasped as he said, "How?" while falling down.
The muzzle of a handgun was releasing smoke. The handgun was in my hand.
The rifle I used to take down the corpse was made from scrap materials that I could barely use from the trial store. This handgun was something I made using the best metals that I could find on the beyond provided by one of the suns personally. It was a railgun but a gun at the same time.
Though far less destructive than the ones on my ship, but they were more than enough to handle an unaware and unprepared void stage cultivator.
I threw a pill towards the dying man and said, "Eat that, you might live," I said then turned to the audience, "Next?"