"VMMMM—!"
The blood-red long saber in Xiao Chen's hand trembled, letting out a low hum. A streak of bloody light seemed to flash and disappear across its blade.
The will to fight in his eyes burned like fire as he took the initiative and attacked!
His body moved like a tiger bursting from its cage. He took a single step, and the green stone slabs of the arena stage faintly cracked.
The long saber in his hand transformed into a bolt of blood-red silk tearing through the sky, carrying a ferocious, tyrannical, and vicious aura as it cleaved straight for Fang Han's face.
Before the saber even arrived, its murderous aura, so dense it felt tangible, rushed forward, stifling the breath of those who felt it.
