At that moment, Nalan Ziyun's face was bright red. It was hard to say if it was from Shen Lang's scolding or from his taunt about her "plump breasts and shapely rear." She shot Shen Lang a fierce glare and leaped off the battle stage, carrying Ye Juexin.
In the stands, Xu Daolin, Long Fong, and the others shot to their feet as if on springs. "Nalan Ziyun, this is impossible!"
'Nalan Ziyun is actually still alive? Then what about Shen Lang, who fell into the Abyss with her? Is he alive too?'
'Then this Ghost-faced Man…'
Xu Daolin felt a chill shoot down his spine as an uncontrollable fear welled up in his heart.
On the battle stage, Shen Lang, whose gaze had been as tranquil as an ancient well, now had a terrifying light explode from his eyes.
He was, in fact, thoroughly infuriated by Nalan Ziyun.
He had been wearing the Evil Ghost Mask because he was wary of Yuwen Huaji and didn't want to reveal his identity too soon.
