Seeing this scene, Yue Shuang couldn't help but scream, tears welling up in her eyes and quickly falling.
As for Ao Kangsheng, the sword in his hand suddenly reversed, and his whole body was instantly filled with murderous intent.
If others didn't give him a fair seat, he would demand a fair seat.
In the explosive sound, a person's figure was struck into five pieces, scattered on the platform.
Sharp-eyed people could see at a glance that this person was just sitting there.
"I'm still dead!"
The audience sighed.
"Isn't this arrogance? Now it's finally not arrogant."
Some audience members seemed grateful.
"This child didn't die at the hands of Long Yu and Luo Cheng, but at the hands of Heng Jia!"
The audience showed a regretful expression.
On the platform, Long Yu and Luo Chengjun were both proud. It was comforting that they were finally split into two parts.
Even though they were smug, they were almost exhausted in the battle.
"Look, what is that?"
