"I never intended to stain my hands with blood..."
Ye Fan sighed softly, then raised his head, standing straight. An evil aura slowly emanated from him.
"What did he say? He doesn't want to stain his hands with blood again; does he intend to kill us all?"
One young trialist laughed wildly as he spoke.
"Haha... Is he scared witless?"
The blue-robed trialist sneered.
"Arrogant and ignorant, even if you complete the trial task, you won't leave this trial arena; ultimately, you'll only bleed here. This is your fate," said a burly young man coldly.
This was a Lord Realm Peak powerhouse, with long hair hanging over his shoulders, wearing a golden headband, a lion-nosed Hai Kou, and sharp eagle eyes. He looked like someone not to be messed with.
There were seven people at the entrance, each extremely strong. Gathered together, even an Early-Stage Venerable powerhouse would be concerned!
"I don't have time to waste with your nonsense. If you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"
