"Ah!"
He dropped the long saber and clutched his arm with a scream, using force manipulation to stop the bleeding, his face already drenched in sweat.
After doing all this, he finally tremblingly raised his head to glance at Fang Zheng, turned his body, and staggered step by step towards the outer door.
"Poof!"
"Ah!"
A similar scream to his came from behind immediately, obviously the last person also made a decision, leaving an arm to save his life.
"Wu Hai."
"Here."
"Clean up."
"Yes."
Once the ground was cleaned up, everyone stood silently in the arena. Although Fang Zheng said little, he had already instilled fear in everyone.
"In these chaotic times, disasters are ceaseless."
Fang Zheng stood up from his seat, hands behind his back, and said slowly:
"Today there's bandits, tomorrow evil cults, in a few days there'll be government troops ransacking, and later it might be military pillaging."
"This is no way to live."
