Lord of the night.

Chapter 1422 The Heaven-Hating Blade Appears, Blood Smoke Arrives! [Two-in-One]

Bi Yunyan felt increasingly aggrieved and almost burst into tears. Her little mouth was so pouty that it could easily hold three oil bottles.

Looking at Fang Che's back, she wanted to rush into his arms and cry to vent her grievances, but she didn't dare.

Feng Xue moved over silently.

Like a gentle older sister, she silently put her arm around Bi Yunyan's shoulder and pulled her into her embrace.

She gently ruffled his hair and said softly, "Are you upset?"

Bi Yunyan pouted and nodded gently, then hugged Feng Xue's waist, leaning her head down against her, instantly feeling a sense of tenderness and security.

"Just accept being scolded. The ancestors are upset, so just bear with it. They know they're taking it out on you today, and you're an innocent victim. They'll definitely reward you in the future... You're still complaining? This is a good thing that other juniors in the family can only dream of."

Feng Xue offered quiet words of comfort.

"Ah."

Feng Xue's words made sense. Bi Yunyan understood and nodded emphatically with a nasal tone, then rested her head on Feng Xue's shoulder.

They remained silent.

I'm already starting to wonder what benefits the ancestor will offer.

Feng Xue sighed and let her lean on her.

Although she was very angry, she couldn't bring herself to be ruthless towards her childhood friend and had to protect her.

In particular, among the four princesses, Bi Yunyan is ranked third, but that is because of her family background. In fact, Bi Yunyan is the youngest sister in terms of age.

I'm used to being pampered by my sisters.

Feng Xue's protection of Bi Yunyan had become an ingrained habit.

Holding Bi Yunyan in her arms and looking at Ye Mo beside her, Feng Xue felt a mix of emotions.

What should I do?

The man who stole the little girl?
That doesn't make sense, does it?
But how could I just let go like that?

He held Bi Yunyan with a touch of affection, thinking to himself, "This girl, so innocent and naive, won't be a proper first wife after she gets married... A first wife needs to be steady and manage the household, ensuring stability in the inner quarters. This girl is clearly not cut out for it; someone needs to keep an eye on her."

Or... shall I do it?
In the third draw, Fang Che was very lucky and drew the very last number: number eight!

Then the smile quickly faded: he was facing Zhao Ying'er!
Fang Che always had great reservations about Zhao Ying'er.

Not only are they wary of people, but they are also wary of their backgrounds, their feelings for each other, and even of Zhao Ying'er's martial arts techniques!
The most severe and painful injury I ever suffered in battle was Zhao Ying'er's True Fire Phoenix!
My strength has improved now, but back then... I wasn't weak back then either.

And Zhao Ying'er also improved along with it. Moreover, Zhao Ying'er had all the resources of the entire Phoenix Clan to herself!

Their progress should be faster than mine, right?
Sure enough, Fang Che was drenched in sweat during this battle!
When Zhao Ying'er saw the Night Demon, the feeling of irreconcilable hatred she exuded was extremely clear and obvious to Feng Du and the others!
It was as if they wanted to bite him to death and that wouldn't be enough to vent their anger.

Its fierce momentum, its venomous emotions, its desperate attacks...

Feng Du was a little confused.

He turned to ask Bi Changhong.

"How did Night Demon offend this bird?"

Upon asking, it became clear that Bai Jing and Bi Changhong both had fascinating expressions, looking like they were watching a grand spectacle.

"Cough, old grudges and new hatreds... Although there's no direct hatred, there's still quite a bit... Hehehe."

Both vice-leaders are people who know the inside story!
The brilliance lies in the details.

Because they both knew that Zhao Ying'er's hatred for the Night Demon was entirely a misunderstanding...

"What's the matter?"

As Feng Du watched the Night Demon and Zhao Ying'er fight, one of the True Fire Divine Phoenixes squeaked out, and then another squeaked out...

At the very beginning of the battle, Zhao Ying'er used desperate moves to deal with the True Fire Divine Phoenixes that no one else had ever shown. In the blink of an eye, she threw out seven or eight of them!

They simply forged the Night Demon as a piece of iron.

The more I look at the anti-government stance, the more suspicious it seems; there must be something fishy going on.

"He said in a telepathic message."

Bai Jing coughed and began to transmit his voice with a sanctimonious air: "Third Brother, I'm telling you, but first of all, you need to manage your expression."

Feng Du was stunned: "Is it that serious?"

His curiosity was immediately piqued: "Tell me quickly."

"This is how it happened... Zhao Ying'er, she liked Fang Che, and so on... Fang Che died unjustly... and claimed to be a widow... and so on, the Night Demon... and so on... It is said that in the Three Realms... and so on..."

Bai Jing's voice transmission was deep and profound, carrying an indescribable and peculiar meaning: "...Thus, the current situation has arisen...cough, so...Fang Che is the person this Miss Zhao loves the most...hmm, and Night Demon is the person this Miss Zhao hates the most...hmm, do you understand?"

Even though Feng Du had been warned to control his expression, he couldn't help but exclaim in awe, "Damn!..."

Bai Jing coughed and said, "Third Brother's idea is good. If we could have sex with him, the problem would be solved, but the problem is... we can't do it now..."

Feng Du stared in shock at Bai Jing, who was dressed in white like snow and exuded an icy aura, and looked him up and down.

This...this is Bai Jing?
Is this Rui Qianshan in disguise?
How could you, Bai Jing, say something like that?
Bai Jing clearly realized that what he said was inconsistent with his public image. He coughed and said solemnly, "Anyway... it's extremely complicated. Third Brother, don't you think it's complicated after hearing it?"

"It's not necessarily complicated, it's just a feeling..."

Feng Du said from the bottom of his heart, "This is really amazing..."

He clicked his tongue and sighed, "I've seen a lot in my life, but this..."

No more talking.

He shook his head repeatedly, sighing, feeling a complex mix of emotions churning within him.

After a long while, he couldn't help but sigh, "Damn... that's incredibly awesome!"

These words made Bai Jing feel a surge of laughter well up inside him, but before he could laugh out loud, he started coughing violently: "Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

Bi Changhong, who had been watching the fight on the arena, suddenly said, "Night Demon is about to unleash his power. He should be able to win this battle; it all depends on whether he can hide the gun he's preparing to use to kill the Divine Weasel Cult!"

On this point, all three deputy leaders are clear-headed.

Night Demon has been fighting with his sword for several rounds, but hasn't revealed his Heaven-Hateing Blade.

However, the Heaven-Hating Blade is no secret; these old rivals all know it, so they will definitely use it.

But the White Bone Spear is a different story.

If Night Demon wants to complete the task given to him by Bi Changhong: to kill the Divine Weasel Cult.

Then we must hide guns!
Because once that destructive power is revealed, the opponent might simply admit defeat when facing the Divine Weasel Cult again. Or, after a few moves, the Northern God of Wealth Cult leader might concede defeat on their behalf.

Then it's hard to say.

Because... Bi Changhong's statement about eliminating the young people of the Divine Weasel Cult seemed like a way to vent his anger, but it was actually a brilliant move to directly eliminate a force with a strong destiny—once the young people of the Divine Weasel Cult were all dead, they would naturally be out of the game!
That would leave only the five forces of destiny that meet the requirements.

No matter how much you beat it, the meat will just rot in the pot.

Without the constraints of a sixth party—and once the Divine Weasel Cult is withdrawn, the fact that Feng Du and Bi Changhong forced the Northern God of Wealth to stay becomes something that no one else is interested in.

We are not trying to clean house.

It has nothing to do with cleaning house; he's not even a member of the Bi family.

But the Divine Weasel Cult killed so many of our True Self Cult members, so of course we have to make trouble for them!

On the surface, the Divine Weasel Cult has never killed a Guardian; this is a fact!

Therefore, this issue was directly bypassed from the level of "the Bi family is a disgrace to our true religion".

Although everyone knows what's going on, it hasn't been made public... For such a huge scandal, not making it public is enough!

Bi Changhong has always been perceived as having a split soul, being unreasonable, domineering, cruel, and even a bit cheeky when he's with his brothers.

But this... is, after all, the third deputy leader of the Sovereign Sect!
It would be unreasonable to lack shrewdness and cunning.

He may be inferior to Feng Duyan and Nan Chengu in many ways, but he is by no means an incompetent fool!
Just like the Bi family producing the leader of the Northern God of Wealth Cult, Bi Changhong quickly calmed down, and what he was thinking about was still the interests and reputation of the righteous sect.

Our righteous religion can be cruel, can be demonic, and can have a bad reputation!
But we must never become a laughing stock!

The True Cult can eat anything, but it cannot suffer losses when competing for external interests!
Eliminating the Divine Weasel Cult first... This wasn't Bi Changhong venting personal grievances. In fact, personal grievances far outweighed any sense of public duty!
He wasn't just thinking about the present; he was also thinking about the Bi family, Bai Jing's reminder, and what his neglect of his family over the years had been brewing...

On the arena, Fang Che's sword had woven a net of light, and his Soul-Shocking Palm continued to strike.

However, it still appears to be slightly at a disadvantage.

This wasn't because Zhao Ying'er's suppression of him was actually that great, but rather... it was the suppression of her cultivation technique!
Fang Che is currently using Bai Jing's Ice Spirit Cold Soul and Ice Soul Spirit Sword, which are top-tier super techniques in the world, but they are being perfectly countered by Zhao Ying'er!

Because Zhao Ying'er is a Phoenix!

Her True Fire Phoenix was even different in temperature from human flames.

Such intense heat is fatal to the suppression of the Ice Spirit's Frost Soul.

If Bing Ling Han Po cannot advance to the next level, he will not be able to withstand Zhao Ying'er's True Fire Divine Phoenix.

A roar.

A sword rang out.

The sword light vanished without a trace, replaced by a hatred that filled the heavens and the earth!

Boom!

A feeling of disappointment and hatred towards humanity, and resentment and deep hatred towards the heavens, suddenly filled the vast sky!
I hate the heavens, the earth, and the stars; I hate the mountains, the rivers, and the mortal world!
Life has an end, but hatred is boundless!
He hates everything!

Destroying everything cannot quell the hatred in my heart!

An immense hatred surged into the sky, giving one a clear sense of a monstrous demon god breaking free from boundless shackles in a sea of ​​hatred, rampaging through the dust and waves of shattered shackles.

His black clothes were like a dark mist, a river of blood flowed behind him, his eyes were like hell, and his long hair was like a vengeful spirit!

The demon god wields a sword!

Draw your sword!

The sword flashed, cleaving the sky and splitting the earth!
A knife!

I hate that Heaven is blind!

A tremendous, destructive force swept across the land.

Zhao Ying'er's eyes flashed with divine light. With a soft whistle, she unleashed a series of sword strikes, and streaks of True Fire Phoenix flew out from the sword.

Endless.

It flew swiftly in all directions, leaving clear traces of its own flight. Its fiery eyes were fixed on the Night Demon opposite it, and it launched attacks from above from all directions!

Each True Fire Phoenix that landed collided with the blade, creating a violent explosion.

For a moment, the arena was filled with booming sounds.

Fang Che's "Hate Heaven Without Eyes" technique was perfectly countered.

But the demon has broken free of his shackles! Instead of retreating, he advances!

Hate the heavens, though they are formless!

I hate that Heaven is heartless!

I hate that Heaven has no tears!

I hate how heartless Heaven is!

Four consecutive strikes of the Heaven-Hateing Blade crashed down like thunderbolts, with purple lightning crisscrossing the sky.

Under the overwhelming onslaught, Zhao Ying'er's body appeared incredibly frail, swaying from side to side like a small boat on a raging sea.

The True Fire Phoenix continued its desperate attack, but under the overwhelming force of the Hate Heaven Blade, it was reduced to countless sparks.

As the sword light raged across the heavens and earth, the seven-colored palm force in his hand, the Soul-Shocking Palm, continued to sweep wildly through the air.

On the side.

Grandma Huang's expression turned serious.

The Night Demon's domineering nature surprised her greatly.

Although I had heard that Night Demon of the Sovereign Cult was a genius, that was just hearsay; I hadn't witnessed it firsthand. In the Cloud Weapon Ranking, Night Demon didn't even have a chance to climb the ranks, not even making a move.

But seeing it today, I was truly shocked.

This level of cultivation was naturally insignificant in her eyes, but what she saw was potential and innate talent.

And then there's the Night Demon's destructive aura!

That's a kind of momentum!

This kind of power is something many old villains lack. But Night Demon, at such a young age, already possesses it!

Arrogant, domineering, rampant, unruly, and indifferent!

The key is to ignore it! Ignore everything!
What a genius!

Grandma Huang couldn't help but turn to look at Xue Wu.

I truly felt that it was such a wise decision for the Guardians to use Xue Yizun to keep this Night Demon outside the Cloud Weapon Ranking!

If such a prodigy were to make the list, his/her improvement would probably be even more terrifying!
Then she noticed that Xue Wu's expression as she looked at Ye Mo had become even more serious.

His eyes were fixed on the screen without blinking.

Although her aura wasn't outwardly revealed, as an old acquaintance of many years, Granny Huang could clearly sense the murderous intent Xue Wu had in her eyes when she looked at the Night Demon!
Clearly, Xuewu was thinking the same thing as me!
They were extremely wary of the Night Demon's potential.

A lawless roar tore through the sky.

Suddenly, the flames in the arena blazed brightly, and at the same time, the glint of swords pierced the sky and the earth.

Hatred filled the air. Everyone realized at the same time: the two were fighting desperately.

Feng Du's gaze was intense, and Granny Huang's eyes gleamed; they were both preparing.

Neither of them can afford the losses!
Feng Du's heart was filled with even more complicated emotions: If Night Demon were to die here... he might truly have to retreat into the mountains and forests from now on, and then the Righteous Sect would truly have no face to return...

There was a loud bang.

Both of them were sent flying backwards at the same time.

Fang Che reached the edge of the ring, grabbed the ring beneath him, and stopped his retreating body.

However, Zhao Ying'er was sent flying by the attack.

No feet touch the ground.

He flew straight out of the arena.

Fresh blood spurted out of Fang Che's shoulder; it was the blood that was being forced out from a tiny wound caused by the rapid circulation of spiritual energy and the rush of blood through his veins!
Zhao Ying'er fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, letting out a shameful and indignant roar: "Night Demon!"

But he didn't say why he was angry, and then he stopped talking.

Xue Wufeng glanced at her and then turned away.

Because, on the prominent part of Zhao Ying'er's chest, there was a clear handprint! A piece of cloth in the shape of a complete hand fell off, revealing the soft nail underneath.

Clearly, he had been struck hard by the Night Demon's terrifying palm strike in that indescribable place...

Bai Jing and Bi Changhong's faces were as red as jujubes.

But he swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to burst into laughter.

The two people who knew the inside story were practically bursting with laughter: Night Demon really isn't afraid that his child won't have milk to drink in the future... That slap was really hard.

Bi Yunyan knew everything, and at this moment she was no longer aggrieved. She buried her face in Feng Xue's arms and laughed until she trembled.

Feng Xue looked completely bewildered: What are you laughing at?
Feng Du coughed twice, seemingly clearing his throat, struggling to suppress the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and then said, "Night Demon wins! Let's proceed with the next draw!"

The fourth draw.

Fang Che's prayers worked.

Not only did they draw number eight again, but this time they were facing off against Dong Yuanzheng, the leader of the Divine Weasel Cult.

Bi Yunyan faced off against Zhao Ying'er, an old rival meeting again.

Feng Xue drew the Golden Dragon Palace Sea Ripples.

Bi Yunyan and Zhao Ying'er drew this time, and the game was declared a draw because Bi Yunyan's fierce fighting spirit... well, it's hard to recall it now.

Feng Xue won easily.

But Yu Yang must have been cursed with bad luck today, because he was extremely unlucky and drew She Wushen again!
The two gave it their all, and Yu Yang was utterly dumbfounded to discover that this person, who was ranked many places below her, had actually defeated her again!
Although the match almost ended in a draw, he ended up leaving the ring.

In four battles, Yu Yang suffered three defeats and won one.

This marks the lowest score ever achieved by a Guardian!
Even Xuewu was helpless: "Did we choose the wrong person...? If I had known, I would have preferred to let Feng Di Shang."

Yu Yang: "..."

Yu Yang is truly baffled. How could she be so unlucky today?
The battle between Night Demon and Dong Yuanzheng attracted everyone's attention.

The Northern God of Wealth was completely focused.

If I'm no match for them, I'll just admit defeat as soon as possible. I can't let all of the Grand Master's descendants die here, can I?
Night Demon still started with the Seven Swords of Blood Spirit, but Dong Yuanzheng is far superior to Dong Yuanfang. He's much stronger!
They fought steadily and even forced the Night Demon of the Seven Blood Spirit Swords to a disadvantage.

Night Demon used the same trick again, unleashing a shocking palm strike.

But Dong Yuanzheng still managed to resolve the situation.

Although the Ice Soul Spirit Sword caused Dong Yuanzheng a lot of trouble and forced him into a disadvantageous position, it still did not defeat him.

The fight reached a fever pitch.

Dong Yuanzheng roared and transformed.

Like a chimpanzee, its body swelled up, unleashing a divine attack! Its attack power increased several times over!
Caught off guard, the Night Demon retreated several steps.

It was clear that he had tried to change the Ice Soul Spirit Sword into the Hate Heaven Blade several times, but he was forced to give up the opportunity under the opponent's fierce and relentless attacks!
Seeing this, even Xue Wu and the others wondered if this was the limit of the Night Demon.
Feng Du frowned: "Is Night Demon going to use the Heaven-Supporting Blade again, or...?"

Under consideration.

Suddenly, the Night Demon let out a frenzied roar and unleashed the full power of the Ice Soul Spirit Sword.

The sword light instantly turned red!

Sword light burst forth in bursts, each sword radiating thousands of rays, relentlessly attacking Dong Yuanzheng.

A faint mist of blood swirled and floated in the air.

The Night Demon, who was at a disadvantage, dodged Dong Yuanzheng's frenzied attacks with ghostly speed.

Although his sword energy was abundant, it could not cause much damage to Dong Yuanzheng. At most, it would only leave shallow cuts. These minor wounds were completely insignificant to Dong Yuanzheng's current massive body.

There was a boom.

The Night Demon's sword once again unleashed a devastating attack!
The sword flashed and landed on Dong Yuanzheng.

Dong Yuanzheng laughed heartily, his voice booming with arrogance: "Night Demon! What can you do to me? My divine body is complete, impervious to blades and spears..."

Down in the audience, Dong Yuanping had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it...

Just then.

There was a boom.

The Night Demon unleashed its full malevolent energy, violently shaking the air.

The entire space seemed to have transformed into a ghostly realm! It was eerie and terrifying!
Then, with a long howl, a dark shadow shot straight into the sky.

It was the Night Demon.

He appeared in mid-air, clad in black, his long sword flashing, about to plunge straight down...

suddenly!

With a loud bang, a thick aura of blood emanated from his body.

A loud roar!
Blood and qi are like smoke!
Thousands of plumes of blood-red smoke shot straight up!

Dong Yuanping finally understood and cried out in panic, "Blood smoke..."

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth frowned: "What?"

"It's Blood Smoke Hand! Master, hurry..." Dong Yuanping shouted hoarsely.

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth suddenly realized and turned around: "I acknowledge..."

But, it's too late.

The Night Demon's Blood Smoke Hand power has created at least several thousand wounds on Dong Yuanzheng's massive body through continuous attacks!
The infusion of the Blood Smoke Divine Skill rendered the wound, though small, unable to heal.

Once a certain quantity was reached, Fang Che revealed his true intentions and immediately activated the Blood Smoke Hand technique with all his might!

Just before Dong Yuanping realized what was happening!

Full power!

It even includes the Blood Spirit Scripture, which I've already begun to understand!
With a loud roar.

A strange sight suddenly appeared on the arena.

Thousands of blood vessels were instantly drawn from Dong Yuanzheng's massive body!
from head to foot!

No part was missed!

air.

The countless tiny blood lines stretched for nineteen feet!
It was as if it had frozen in mid-air.

Dong Yuanzheng, who was full of energy, didn't even have time to scream before he suddenly stopped all his movements!
from head to foot.

In a single move, all the blood in his body was drained!
Even the water in the body's muscles was drained!
The divine body, weighing over a thousand pounds, instantly turned into a shriveled mummy!

Even his hair fell out instantly.

At this moment, the Northern God of Wealth's 'admission of defeat' had just been uttered!

On the arena, a withered, enormous, and ugly body stood silently.

Standing tall and straight!

Despite his enormous size, his trousers were empty and swaying in the wind.

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth disregarded everything and rushed onto the stage.

He held the pill in his hand, about to put it into Dong Yuanzheng's mouth. But he stopped abruptly just as he placed the pill in front of Dong Yuanzheng's lips.

Despair was evident in his eyes.

useless!
died!

Dong Yuanzheng is dead!
He was beaten so badly... his skin was even shriveled up! His eyes were so dry they looked like black holes, like those of a skull!

Two completely shriveled eyeballs, inside their sockets, resembled tiny raisins dried to the extreme.

He had no fatal wounds whatsoever, only minor cuts and bruises. These were even less serious than a mosquito bite.

But it was these tiny wounds that the Night Demon used to drain him dry in an instant!

Dong Yuanzheng's massive body stood there quietly, but he had already lost all signs of life.

A gust of wind came, and Dong Yuanzheng's massive body slowly leaned back, falling onto the ring in slow motion. But as soon as he fell, it immediately shattered into pieces.

His head snapped off his neck and rolled away helplessly.

It was like a dried-up skeleton that had rotted for decades, with all sorts of bones scattered all over the ground!

The whole place was silent!

Everyone, including the guardian Xuewu, was shocked by this scene.

Even Feng Du turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the Night Demon with a serious expression. A sense of absurdity washed over him: How could I possibly suspect that such a terrifying demon was a spy for the Guardians?
I'm mad?
In the air, the Night Demon floated, blood smoke gathering in its hands, turning into a ball of blood!
His disheveled black hair danced wildly, his eyes were fierce, and he exuded tyranny, like a demon god descending to earth. He stretched out his right hand, and a ball of blood spun around in his palm.

This scene was incredibly visually impactful for everyone.

Xue Yizun, Yu Yangfeng, Feng Di, She Menglong, and others simultaneously recalled the last period in the Three Realms, the ten-thousand-foot-long blood mist that ravaged the heavens and earth, and the blood-red, thousand-mile-long killing path.

I felt a shadow slowly creeping over my heart.

Is he... coming back again?

The Night Demon was slowly descending. Its robes fluttered, its eyes were fierce, and the aura of that arrogant and domineering demon was earth-shattering. Its full power and ferocity surged like the waves of a raging sea, spreading outwards in waves as if they were endless!

Xue Wu and Granny Huang looked at each other with serious expressions as they gazed at the number one genius of the younger generation of the Weiwo Zhengjiao!

In their hearts, they had already decided: This is the number one genius of the Sovereign Cult!

If they grow up in the future, the consequences... are truly unimaginable!

But the Night Demon's landing direction was: behind Feng Du.

The two exchanged a glance and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes: an unprecedented super demon was rising.

But behind him are the nine vice-leaders of the Righteous Sect and all the top demons in the world protecting him!
For example, Duan Xiyang, Sun Wutian! For example...

Any one of them who steps forward is a ruthless character who can make the entire continent tremble!

How to kill?

Are we just supposed to watch helplessly?

The two unparalleled masters felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

"This is the Blood Smoke Hand? This isn't the Blood Smoke Hand!"

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth Cult could no longer contain his anger and roared, "Night Demon! You have such a deep mind!"

He got it.

Night Demon's constant show of weakness was all an act. He wasn't incapable of defeating Dong Yuanzheng; he was afraid of not being able to kill Dong Yuanzheng!
Both the Ice Soul Sword and the Heaven-Hate Blade have the chance to be stopped and defeated.

Just like in his battle with Yu Yang, when Feng Du directly grabbed both sword tips, forcibly ending the fight!
That would defeat his purpose of killing Dong Yuanzheng!

So he kept using this method, putting himself at a disadvantage while constantly inflicting small wounds on Dong Yuanzheng.

Then just one draw and it's done!
Even a god couldn't save him!
However... both the Northern God of Wealth Cult Leader and Feng Du understood one thing: Blood Smoke Hand couldn't do it that fast!
Even for a Blood Smoke Hand, even at the peak of the Blood Smoke Hand, there is a process involved in drawing blood!
It's even less likely that they would drain a person dry, turning them into a dried-up corpse that has been rotting for many years.

and so……

Feng Du was also surprised, but despite his surprise, he immediately snorted: "In a martial arts arena, life and death are preordained! It's normal to die if you lose! Look at you, you're already the sect leader and you're still so impatient, get down!"

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth endured the humiliation silently.

After tidying up the body, he suddenly roared, "Where's the ring? Where's Dong Yuanzheng's ring? Night Demon!"

Bai Jingbi, Chang Hong, and the others looked on in astonishment.

This kid even stole someone else's ring?

“Vice Chief Cult Leader Feng, this… didn’t say that robbery is allowed, did it?” asked the Northern God of Wealth Cult Leader.

Feng Du, his face as black as charcoal, stretched out his hand: "You little bastard! Give it to me!"

Fighting in the ring is something you really shouldn't start.

Fang Che reluctantly handed over a ring, explaining in a low voice, "I really didn't mean to... I just grabbed it on impulse..."

(End of this chapter)