Amidst the lively bustle, atop the arena.
Two breathtaking figures stood facing one another.
One wore a white dress, ethereal and transcendent.
Emitting a chilling aura.
The other wore a light green long dress, equally graceful, with a stern face.
Murderous intent swirling deep within her eyes, ready to kill gods or immortals alike.
"You are Xu Nian's person, I won't kill you."
Hong Xi, donned in a light green long dress, said coldly.
The doctrine of the Killing Scripture is that the sword must claim a life once drawn.
So, for Hong Xi to refrain from killing Murong Xue was already a significant concession.
"The battle is undecided, yet you're so confident; a bit inappropriate, isn't it?" Murong Xue's pride was instantly provoked by Hong Xi's words.
The three-foot sword in her hand rotated, a cold light covering the ground.
"In that case, there's no choice but to fight." Hong Xi didn't waste words.
