Zhou Heng and Jing Tian stood three meters apart.
A month had passed, and the two were facing off in the Beast Fighting Arena once more, but the situation was different from before; Jing Tian's eyes bristled with murderous intent, devoid of any friendly spirit of competition.
"Brother Jing, do we have any grievances between us?" Zhou Heng spoke indifferently. He did not fear Jing Tian, but he was even less willing to engage in a baffling battle.
"What have you done to Princess Shuiyue?" Jing Tian hissed fiercely, allowing only Zhou Heng to hear.
Zhou Heng was taken aback. Could Jing Tian know about his affair with Nangong Yuerong? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Nangong Yuerong would never tell a completely strange man about it.
"What have I done?" he countered.
"You bastard, you actually intended to assault Princess Shuiyue, I will never forgive you!" Jing Tian's expression was ferocious, his gaze as if it could spew fire.
