The crowd exchanged bewildered glances; none of them could spot Ouyang Bo. Not even the members of the Wind Listening Tower. They looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.
Had Ji Qing made a mistake?
"Not coming out? Then I'll just make the first move." Ji Qing gripped the hilt of his saber.
BOOM.
A terrifying Blade Stance erupted. Ji Qing seemed to transform into an unsheathed blade, recklessly slicing through everything in his surroundings.
Below the arena, a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant revealed a faint smile. Ji Qing's Blade Stance had locked accurately onto him.
Clearly, he was the Poison Demon, Ouyang Bo!
"Ji Qing, how did you recognize me?" the "wealthy merchant" asked.
His words were an undeniable admission of his identity as the Poison Demon.
