After the two final contenders ended their duel, this martial arts competition was considered a success, with each sect achieving their goals. Elder Huangfu stood on the stage, about to speak, when suddenly there was a chilling laughter like a ghost's wail, coming from the entrance.
Wang Anfeng's eyes, as calm as an ancient well, slightly lifted.
He had been nurturing his qi almost for a day.
Accompanied by the increasingly wild and arrogant laughter, two people suddenly flew back from the entrance, covered in blood, landing heavily on the ground. They were precisely the two experts sent by the Huangfu Family to guard the entrance.
At this moment, both had their eyes tightly shut, faces like gold paper, completely devoid of any color.
