"It's understandable from their perspective as well." Gu Shenghui heard Pei Yan's sigh and immediately guessed his thoughts, offering consolation.
"I know, it's normal for Blood Fiend to think this way, but the Daoist Realm still holds such ideas, hehe." As Pei Yan spoke, he let out a cold laugh and didn't continue, leaning back in his chair while leisurely eating broad beans, watching the match.
Once the competitors were chosen, everyone else was promptly removed from the arena. The two remaining looked at each other, and as the hosts, the Daoist Realm showed the spirit of hospitality. Ning Quanchen stepped back and gestured for his opponent to make the first move.
Di Xin, seeing this, didn't hold back. He tore off his thick jacket, revealing his combat-clad agile body. Facing Ning Quanchen's invitation, he reached towards his waist, drew out an object, and fired a shot straight at Ning Quanchen.
