"Kid, before you arrived, someone had already died where you just stood."
Zhao Shen's face was fierce.
In his eyes, Qin Chen was not a person but prey.
His body was covered in blood.
Qin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.
No wonder the crowd was cheering; it turned out that Zhao Shen had already won a battle.
Zhao Shen was filled with a fierce killing aura.
Such an aura could only be found on those who frequently faced life and death.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Countless cheers erupted from the spectating seats.
They were thirsty for blood.
Qin Chen couldn't afford to be careless, his expression also turned grave.
"Enough talk, let's start."
Qin Chen's gaze was fixed on Zhao Shen.
"Haha, as you wish."
Zhao Shen laughed crazily.
Then,
Boom!
He pulled out a large saber stained with blood.
The smell of blood rapidly spread.
"Die!"
He roared lowly and immediately, he swung his saber down at Qin Chen.
"So fast!"
Qin Chen's expression changed slightly.
