Right when all the Dark Kings were worried about Wen Jiaren, in the blink of an eye, her figure disappeared from the original spot.
Du Jieyu only felt a gust of wind sweep past her, and a cold and sharp dagger was already pressed against her neck, "You lost!"
An enchanting voice came from beside Du Jieyu's ear, announcing her defeat.
Du Jieyu's entire body turned cold and rigid, "I haven't lost yet."
She was unwilling to give up; she still wanted to fight back!
Wen Jiaren's eyes sharpened, and the blade sliced across Du Jieyu's fair neck, instantly causing a stream of crimson blood to flow out.
Du Jieyu's pupils widened in an instant, her eyes filled with fear; her legs went soft, and she knelt to the ground.
"Ah!"
A scream rose from the crowd below, "Wen Jiaren killed someone!"
"Wen Jiaren, how dare you kill someone in broad daylight?" Song Donghai was the first to stand up.
