In the arena.
Ye Luo stood, sword in hand.
His brows were furrowed, a few strands of hair fluttered by the wind.
His gaze was fixed ahead.
A gigantic Immortal Crane carried the Qian Yuan Sect Master down from the disk.
Screeeeech!!
The cry of the Immortal Crane echoed through the heavens.
In just a brief moment.
The Immortal Crane descended upon the space above the arena, causing a fierce gale with the flapping of its massive wings.
Seeing that he was still three to four meters above the ground, the Qian Yuan Sect Master gritted his teeth and leaped off sideways.
The instant his foot collided with the ground, he regretted it.
A surge of intense pain shot through him.
The Qian Yuan Sect Master wanted to cry out right then and there, but seeing Ye Luo's indifferent eyes and the countless spectators around him.
He had no choice but to suppress the pain, affecting a nonchalant demeanor.
