Mo Xuexue's body was unceremoniously tossed on the arena like a lifeless barbie doll.
The Mo family elder who was standing near the arena and overseeing the fight was the first one to respond.
The elder looked considerably old with his long grey hair falling on his shoulder. But the man emanated a strange strength.
He instantly leaped on the stage and quickly checked Mo Xuexue's vitals.
"She should be fine." Luther murmured, with a blank expression on his face.
The elder looked up and glanced at the monstrous young man with mixed emotions.
"My next opponent?" Without reading the atmosphere, the devilishly handsome man crossed his arms and asked in a matter of fact tone.
The elder's face darkened. The fellow standing in front of him not only dared to hit Xue'er but he also treated this entire thing as a joke. What a blatant disrespect!
