"Get up here and face your death!"
Xiao Yi stood in the arena, his cold gaze fixed on Qing Snake Lord.
He had no deep connection with Ma Zhong, but he admired Ma Zhong's courage and responsibility—willing to risk his life, without fear, for his wife and daughter.
There was also respect.
In Xiao Yi's eyes, Qing Snake Lord didn't need to sympathize with Ma Zhong's plight, nor was he obligated to help Ma Zhong earn ten consecutive victories.
But Qing Snake Lord shouldn't have been so cruel, driving Ma Zhong to his death.
Qing Snake Lord's face turned cold. He hadn't expected Xiao Yi to so effortlessly handle Xiong Dali during their battle.
But…
Qing Snake Lord was merely mildly surprised.
His crimson tongue slid from his mouth, licking around his lips slowly, his eyes narrowing into slits. A sinister gleam appeared as he sneered, "Interesting. It's my first time seeing someone so eager to die! Since you can't wait to follow that foolish brute to hell, I'll gladly oblige!"
