Dressed in black, his longsword the color of blood.
The young man in black stood there, his eyes as cold as a blade.
Despite the pleasant climate within the Celestial Pride Hall, everyone felt as though they'd been plunged into the depths of winter, and they couldn't help but shudder.
Wang Jiu had been knocked into the midst of the puppets and was completely surrounded by more than ten of them.
Even with his Henglian Peak training that made his body as tough as iron, Wang Jiu couldn't withstand so many attacks. His flesh was being torn to shreds, and he was clearly on the verge of death.
Zhu Qingyao reacted in a flash. Her silk ribbon wrapped around Wang Jiu, pulling him back toward the crowd.
'She wasn't being kind. Wang Jiu's combat prowess was respectable, and he could still be useful.'
Zhu Qingyao saw Shen Bai, too. A moment ago, a rift had suddenly torn open amidst the crowd. Before she could even react, Shen Bai had stepped through.
'Now, it's time for a reckoning.'
