The arena was left deserted.
On the east side of the arena, the crowd was silenced.
The west side suffused with crimson.
Her gaze was instantly drawn to the western side.
Next moment.
She saw.
She saw that man!
That man, immersed in blood, had become a gruesome figure of red, with only the Yu Family's Ancestral Saber, glaringly white, attracting the eye.
Amidst the redness, he stood resolute, an embodiment of a god of death!
The saber stood at his feet, surrounded by blood-drowned heads and corpses, the heads and corpses soaking in the water, the scene utterly macabre.
Seeing this scene, Nalan Xiangxiang vomited worse than before, yet couldn't bring herself to look away. She kept her eyes wide and gripped the sight of the figure long engraved in her heart.
Then——
Clang!!
With a crisp noise, the man, blood-soaked, drew out the Yu Family's Ancestral Saber that was deeply rooted in the ground and marched towards the other side of the arena.
