Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"Do it."

As Zhou Xian spoke, the black mist that had originally permeated the sky quickly gathered together like a living thing, as if summoned by some mysterious force. They rolled and entangled, gradually condensing into a black sword.

The black sword exuded a chilling aura, and a cold light flashed on the blade, as if it was forged by the resentment of countless wronged souls. The black sword was suspended in the air, trembling slightly, as if it couldn't wait to drink blood.

Iris was immersed in the frenzy of completing the sacrifice, and this sudden change made her stunned for a moment.

There was a flash of surprise in Iris's eyes, and she obviously didn't expect such an accident to happen. The Noxian soldiers were even more panicked, and they unconsciously clenched their weapons.

The gladiators who had already fallen into despair had a glimmer of hope in their eyes. They weakly raised their heads and looked at the black sword floating in the air, as if they saw a glimmer of hope for life.

Zhou Xian was dressed in black, his figure was looming in the diffuse black fog, but his slightly immature face in the eyes of everyone made the gladiators' newly ignited hope feel like it was struck by frost.

The leading sergeant's originally tense nerves relaxed instantly, contempt flashed in his eyes, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It turns out to be a little brat, come, capture him and offer him to the Lord Spider God."

Several Noxian soldiers received the order and rushed forward with their weapons in hand, but their steps were a little shaky. The huge body of the Vile Throat trembled slightly, and it seemed that it was also curious about this "little character" who suddenly appeared. Its scarlet compound eyes turned and shot out cold light. Iris raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes, as if she was waiting for the development of this farce.

Zhou Xian raised his lips, his smile was full of unruly and mocking. With a slight swing, the black sword in his hand instantly rushed towards the soldiers, the sharp sword wind was like a sharp blade, leaving afterimages in the air.

The soldiers' faces suddenly changed, and they tried to dodge in fear, but they found that the black sword was like a thorn in their bones, chasing them closely. After a few screams, several soldiers were hit by the black sword and fell to the ground, bleeding.

The gladiators stared with wide eyes, and sparks of hope ignited in their hearts as they watched this scene. The face of the leading sergeant turned pale, as he had never expected that this seemingly insignificant "little brat" could have such powerful strength.

Iris's eyes also became solemn. She narrowed her eyes slightly and began to re-examine the uninvited guest in front of her.

"I want these people. Does anyone have any objections?"

Zhou Xian stood there, exuding an unquestionable aura. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, coldly sweeping over Iris, the leading sergeant, and a group of Noxian soldiers. The black sword that had just drunk blood was suspended beside him, the blade flashing with cold light, as if silently deterring his words.

Iris's eyes flashed with displeasure. She raised her chin slightly, showing a proud expression on her face. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was full of sarcasm: "A young boy dares to snatch people from me? Do you know who is behind me?" The leading sergeant also recovered. Although he was still a little afraid of Zhou Xian's strength, he still shouted bravely: "This is our sacrifice to the Spider God. How can you take it away just like that?"

Zhou Xian sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "I don't care who is behind you, or these people. Today, I will take care of them." He raised his hand slightly, and the black sword drew an arc in the air, making a buzzing sound, as if demonstrating to everyone. The gladiators' eyes were full of expectations. They curled up on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly, silently praying in their hearts that the boy who suddenly appeared in front of them could save them.

"For Noxus!!"

As the leading sergeant roared at the top of his lungs, the cold weapons were unsheathed in an instant, and the sound of metal friction was piercing. This inflammatory slogan was like a fuse that ignited a raging fire. In an instant, the surrounding soldiers were indignant, and the shouts resounded through the sky. There was a fanatical flame burning in their eyes, like a beast dominated by the desire for war, and they couldn't wait to pounce on Zhou Xian.

Although there were only a few dozen people, their overwhelming momentum was like a raging army roaring behind them. The roar of iron boots hitting the ground was accompanied by bloodthirsty shouts, as if they were going to tear the air around them apart. If an ordinary person faced such a scene, he would probably be so frightened that his heart and liver would burst and he would collapse to the ground.

However, Zhou Xian remained unmoved, with a cold smile on his lips. The dark sword body drew a strange light in the twilight, and the dark light was like the pupil of the abyss, swallowing up everyone's figures. The seemingly casual sword edge trembled slightly, but it faintly exuded a palpitating pressure, as if silently announcing that this fight was just a one-sided crushing.

And that was indeed the case. As the black sword slashed through the air, it drew a chilling arc. In an instant, the inky black sword energy poured out like a flood. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air emitted a piercing whistle, as if even the space was torn apart.

Those soldiers who had just been so vigorous, in the face of this terrifying attack, instantly became like candles in the wind. Shrill screams resounded through the sky, blood splashed like a rainstorm, and corpses shrank rapidly under the erosion of the black fog. In the blink of an eye, only human skin wrapped around bones remained, helplessly collapsing on the cold ground. This scene made even Iris, who had seen many big scenes, shudder.

"Gwen, take them away."

Zhou Xian turned his wrist slightly, and the black sword drew a half circle of dark arc light. The exploding sword energy cut through the shackles on everyone's wrists as accurately as a sharp blade. The iron ring fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Gwen nodded and waved to everyone, signaling them to follow. Seeing this, the frightened crowd stumbled and followed.

Iris's scarlet pupils suddenly contracted, and just as her eight spider legs formed an arc on the ground, the cold sword light broke through the air. The shriek that tore through the air mixed with the sound of thunder, and the dark edge condensed by the sword energy went straight to her throat, and the chill instantly spread over her fur-covered skin.

"Don't take this attack!" Iris let out a hoarse roar from her throat, her eight spider legs moving wildly on the ground, her body twisting and retreating in a strange arc.

Cold sweat slid down her snow-white forehead, and the strong wind brought by the cold sword energy almost blew off her outer shell. Her sixth sense was like an alarm bell exploding wildly in her mind - if she was touched by this sword light wrapped in the breath of death, even if she had a shell of steel, she would be shredded into pieces in an instant!

(End of this chapter)