Transcending the Nine Heavens

The white-clothed person wore snow-white garments, had black hair, and possessed a handsome face, making him an extraordinary beauty. However, there was an undeniable hint of a sinister aura in his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes, which, despite his serious expression and righteous demeanor, could not be concealed.

This sinister aura did not repel people; instead, it gave him a unique charm that was hard to define yet undeniably appealing, even likable.

In contrast, the man in black was clad in pitch-black attire and was remarkably handsome as well, but his eyes resembled those of a hawk, piercing and captivating. His entire being radiated a chilling aura of bloodlust and arrogance that soared to the heavens.

There was an undeniable air of 'viewing the world as a toy and regarding all beings as mere weeds' that he did not attempt to hide.

The presence of these two individuals made it feel as if they were completely out of place, representing two entirely opposing types of people. Even if they were forced to share the same space, a fierce clash seemed inevitable. Yet, here they were, sitting at the same table, drinking together.

The man in black extended his finger, as if casually swiping through the air, causing the space to shatter. Suddenly, the scene from the nine calamity space millions of miles away appeared before him.

After observing for a moment, he snorted and said, "Hmm, I estimate that in the end, he will still kneel."

"Kneel? What makes you think so?" The white-clothed person replied with a sinister smile.

"Over the years, how many so-called heroes have we seen? Which one wasn't fearless in the face of death? Yet, in the end, didn't they all kneel one by one? There has never been an exception; even the most brilliant of characters are no different!"

The man in black snorted, mocking, "What does having a proud spirit amount to? Once he experiences your methods, he will realize that pride is merely a burden. The price of pride is something he cannot afford."

"Well, what if he truly doesn't kneel in the end?" The white-clothed person tilted his head.

"That is absolutely impossible!" The man in black shook his head resolutely.

"Nothing in this world is absolute; perhaps something unexpected will happen, right? Old Black, shall we make another bet?" The white-clothed youth revealed a scheming smile.

"A bet?" The man in black raised an eyebrow, eyeing him sideways. "No bets, at least not with you. You rascal, you're always trying to come up with various schemes to deceive people. I won’t fall for your tricks; no bets!"

The white-clothed youth scoffed, "Are you afraid of my scheming, or are you afraid of losing?"

"Ridiculous!" The man in black raised his brow. "I am a dignified…"

"Enough with the dignified talk. Do you dare to bet or not? Let’s keep it simple: let’s bet on whether he kneels or not!" The white-clothed youth declared. "I bet he won't kneel!"

"If that's the case, I accept the bet! I bet he will kneel in the end!" The man in black slammed the table.

"Wait, the bet has been established, and the rules set. But we still need to determine the stakes. If he truly doesn't kneel, I want your Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs fruit—ten pieces!"

The white-clothed youth chuckled, "Additionally, let’s use this kid as a stake. Since you look down on him, if you lose, you must inject a trace of your Yin Realm cold energy into this kid’s body as compensation. How about that?"

The man in black fumed, "What kind of ridiculous proposal is this? A mere ant kneeling is worth ten of my Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs fruits? And what makes him worth a trace of my cold energy? You’re just being outrageous! I refuse!"

The white-clothed youth replied indifferently, "If you’re afraid to take this bet, that’s fine. But if you’re willing to put up the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs fruit as a stake, I’ll wager ten pieces of Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Fruits against it, plus a Sword of the Five Directions World!"

The man in black was momentarily stunned. "Hmm, you’re willing to stake that? You really believe he won’t kneel?"