A boiling excitement once again coursed through the crowd's veins. The predetermined outcome, a ranking thought to be set in stone, had just been shattered by Ye Wushuang!
With a single Blood-Colored Battle Saber, he showed everyone that their previous rankings were wrong!
He, Ye Wushuang, would not submit!
"Ye Wushuang, the White-Clothed Killing God!"
Gazing at the figure standing in the center of the battle stage, the crowd opened their mouths, wanting to say something...
But the words died in their throats.
They had witnessed Ye Wushuang's nature as a Demon Fiend, and their hearts trembled again and again. No words could possibly describe their feelings.
Under the gazes of the myriad crowd, everyone from the Ancient Spirit Sect was ecstatic. A scene they never dared to hope for was unfolding before their very eyes. A legend was about to be written.
