In the vast arena, the red-clothed man stood quietly at the edge, while the audience in the stands was still immersed in the shock brought about by Gu Xi in the previous match. Only a small portion of the audience paid attention to the arena.
After all, they have not heard about the Blood Spirit Society before. They thought that it was just an unknown small sect that had been lucky enough to enter the second round of the competition due to its good luck in the qualifiers. On the other hand, their opponent, the Wind Cloud Pavilion, was a genuine second-rate force. Although its overall strength was inferior to that of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, it could be said to be one of the best among the second-rate forces.
"Tsk tsk tsk... looks like the limelight has been stolen." The man under the bamboo hat shook his head slightly. His tone seemed to be somewhat displeased.
