'Tap, Tap.'
Hurriedly stepping back, the level seven 'VII' disciples had a horrified expression on their faces as they looked at the smile on the handsome face of Zhao Luo.
The one leading them had fallen already.
Everything had happened in an instant.
Zhao Luo's action of taking down the level eight 'VIII' disciple was so fast that even the crowd hadn't reacted to it yet.
"HAHAHA."
Zhao Luo let out a boisterous laugh as he looked at the scared faces of the disciples.
To the disciples, Zhao Luo looked like the silver-haired devil who would bring their inevitable end.
*Loud cheering*
The crowd that was sitting on this side of the giant stage suddenly erupted as they looked at this one of the many 'one vs many' fights going on the stage.
'Whoosh.'
'Whoosh.'
Si Chen and Feng Ma passed Zhao Luo with incredible speed.
Feng Ma had his wine flask in his hand while Si Chen was holding a blue sword.
