"Jiang Shanhe, I'm here!"
Xiao Yi's voice, like rolling thunder, echoed across the skies above the Royal Martial Arts Academy.
Clang!
The tightly closed doors of the grand hall burst open.
There stood Jiang Shanhe, who had brought with him a luxurious chair, sitting on it with all the grandeur of a king.
Jiang Shanhe glanced at the huge tombstone and the river of blood and corpses that stretched across the entire staircase, his pupils violently contracting.
He had seen the battle earlier from the shadows, clear as day.
If before...
He had broken through to the Tenth Layer of the Golden Core Realm, holding a seventy percent certainty of defeating Xiao Yi.
But now...
Jiang Shanhe only held a fifty percent certainty.
However.
He was not the least bit panicked.
Jiang Shanhe confidently smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to really make it here!"
Xiao Yi asked, "Where are they?"
"Don't rush!"
Jiang Shanhe smiled and gently clapped his hands.
Boom boom boom!
