"Little brat, you're seeking death."
Fu Yunxiao angrily shouted, his hand formation moving rapidly, and a black broadsword appeared out of thin air, the chill of its Sword Intent sweeping across the area.
"It's so cold! It feels like my blood is about to freeze."
"Not just the blood, it feels like even the soul is freezing."
Those close by with low Cultivation couldn't help but shiver, looking at Fu Yunxiao with a hint of fear in their eyes.
"The match hasn't started yet, you mustn't strike."
A female guard on the arena announced.
Although Fu Yunxiao was much stronger than her, as the host of the arena, she was emboldened by the Fate Power of Lanzhou bestowed upon her by Long Yufei, so she showed no fear.
Fu Yunxiao snorted coldly, he didn't speak, but he also refrained from launching an actual attack.
The female guard waved her hand, producing a Token, the Fate Power pouring into it, activating the Mimic Space.
