A surge of murderous aura spread forward, instantly filling the entire main hall.
As Ji Feng leaped onto the arena, Ayimulan walked calmly by the side, as if everything was unrelated to her, and as if she already had a plan in mind.
She went up to the second floor, standing opposite Emperor Liang — facing north.
The doors of Weiyang Building opened to the west, and Duan Mingyue's group of three faced the door, standing in the east.
Everyone's gaze unanimously focused on the arena.
Mo Ye, Loulan's number one swordsman.
Ayimulan's introduction of him was not exaggerated at all. He was a born martial arts prodigy, gifted from a young age, defeating all his senior brothers and sisters in the sect by the age of twelve.
At seventeen, he defeated his master.
Although he hadn't trained in the evil skills like Mo Yi.
But precisely because of this, he was even more ruthless and formidable than Mo Yi, always able to protect himself while dancing on the knife's edge.
