"I promise I will personally butcher your miserable life soon enough."
Gu Fan's chilling, cheeky remark barely carried over the noise of the massive war drums, but Bai Yun clearly heard it and his face instantly twisted into an ugly scowl.
"You dare mock me," Bai Yun narrowed his eyes as he gripped the silver spear tightly.
"You must be tired of living, cripple?!" Bai Yun was just about to leap right off the stage to personally drag Gu Fan into the blood-stone arena, but before he could make a move, another Bai Clan disciple quickly jumped onto the Second Stage and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"Save your energy for the final, Senior Brother Yun," the skinny, rat-faced Bai Clan disciple sneered as he drew a pair of jagged, venom-coated daggers from his waist, "You do not need to dirty your hands with the Gu Clan cripple or this clown right now."
"I will personally chop them both into pieces and warm up the stage for you."
