On a distant hill.
Muu God Monarch leaned against a giant stone, crossing his legs with a look of impatience on his face, cursing, "The young ones of Dragon Sword Mansion are getting worse and worse. A hundred years ago, there were a few masters worth watching; now, they are just a bunch of trash!"
"Yes, yes, under your comparison, who isn't trash?"
Chu Chaonan curled his lip, glancing at Ling Feng and secretly adding in his heart, "That guy's talent might not be inferior to the old man!"
...
On the arena.
Bao Xiong stood proudly with his arms crossed, sweeping his gaze over the Human Warriors, laughing disdainfully, "Even given a chance, you humans remain so weak and vulnerable. Next!"
Swoosh!—
A figure flashed, and the human genius representing Tianchuan Sword Mansion, Ye Tiannan, leapt onto the arena with agility, his movement technique carrying faint fluctuations of Wind Rules.
"Another one courting death!"
