This battle was unprecedented in the history of the Zhan Family; never before had anyone signed such a guarantee prior to a fight.
Clan challenges had always been fundamentally about comparing martial skills, yet today's battle had escalated to a life-or-death level.
As such, the atmosphere in the fighting arena was extremely solemn, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The golden sun was already leaning westward, and as the wind blew by, it carried the fragrance of spring grass and earth.
On the fighting platform, Ou Lan's small bun hairstyle drooped with two strands of loose hair clinging to her face, giving her an effortless and enchanting look. Her white clothes fluttered in the breeze, revealing her exquisitely curved figure. Her slender body was like a tree, standing tall and proud.
