"Bang!"
A Divine Sword Sect Elder, covered in blood, fell straight from midair like a meteorite, smashing a corner of the suspended martial arts arena.
His opponent, a middle-aged man, was about to chase down and take the Elder's life when the dazzling flying sword suddenly recoiled, stopping him.
The middle-aged man's face turned solemn as he retreated, greed unabashedly flickering in his eyes as he looked at Qiao Wei, who had blood spilling from her lips.
"Your sword control technique is quite extraordinary, to battle so many of us alone..."
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhang Huolong immediately understood their implication, replying without hesitation: "Capture her, and then learn the technique. Everyone participating today can get a copy!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people immediately became excited.
"Sect Leader Zhang, you said it yourself, no backing out!"
Zhang Huolong firmly replied: "It's settled, there's no backing out."
