"What?!"
Faced with the scene before them, the remaining dozen or so young people on Min Huan's side couldn't help but turn pale.
"Li Yao just died like that?"
The young man in black showed a look of dread; the Li Yao he spoke of was, of course, the young man Mo Wangchen had just killed with one hand.
"Who exactly is this person?" The others had the same grave expression, their eyes fixed on Mo Wangchen.
"You people dare to use the slaughter of my Canglan soldiers as a wager; today, none of you will escape!"
Mo Wangchen withdrew his hand from the void, his face cold as he traversed the chaotic battle ring, his gaze sweeping over the talents of Min Huan one by one.
"Arrogant!"
The young man in black sneered as he turned to face Mo Wangchen directly, "Don't think that by killing Li Yao, you're invincible; among the dozen or so of us, whose cultivation is not above his?"
"Noisy!"
Mo Wangchen scoffed coldly, his icy gaze instantly shifting to the young man in black who spoke.
