“Since you refuse to join the Tall family, then be prepared to meet your demise…” Jerison let out an icy chuckle before gesturing to Vasily in a provocative manner.
By the look of things, Jerison had no fear of Vasily at all. Although the two men were of the same cultivation levels, it seemed that Jerison was more powerful.
Vasily frowned and stared at Jerison in anger. He was also well aware that he was no match for Jerison, but there was no way he could back down now that he was in the arena.
After a moment of hesitation, Vasily gritted his teeth, swung his axe, and charged at Jerison. The gigantic axe cut through the void, slashing down toward Jerison.
Jerison merely smiled coldly before taking a step back. A white mist came out from his fingertip, and he lightly tapped Vasily’s axe.
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