Pei Ye gazed indifferently at the man opposite him, gripping the hilt of his sword, he drew it before the sound of the bell even rung.
This was a stark contrast to his previous mild mannerisms.
Shang Huaitong stood up straight, watching Pei Ye's actions with a gentle smile.
After the Chapter of Obscurity in his hand, the gloomy aura that he had been hiding seems to have dissipated quite a bit. Now he just lightly held his sword, smiling warmly, "What's the rush?"
"The arena is not a place to fight to the death. If you wish it, we can find a time and place for a duel." Shang Huaitong calmly drew his blade, a rare quality sword that was treasured by Qi Jiao. When he revealed the blade, it was like a mirror's light being ejected from the scabbard, "But here, an arena is just an arena, tasting and testing each other's swords is actually a delightful thing. Why do we need to mix in other things?"
