Seeing Sun Chuanwu step onto the stage, Luo Cheng's eyes gleamed intensely.
Hoo!
With a slow exhale of turbid air, Luo Cheng placed his trembling hand on the hilt of the Flame Trace Sword.
Chen Lingyu sensed something was off in Luo Cheng's expression and asked worriedly:
"Luo Cheng, are you alright?"
Elder Chen Xuan, aware of the enmity between Luo Cheng and the Sun father and son duo, advised:
"A swordsman must remain calm above all. Don't let hatred disrupt your focus. Remember, this is no longer simply a spar but a life-and-death duel! A single misstep could lead to eternal damnation!"
"Mm, I understand!"
Luo Cheng nodded.
Of course, he was fine.
It was merely excitement that consumed him!
How many times, in the midnight hours, had he dreamed of avenging himself against Sun Yingyang and his son!
This day, he had waited for far, far too long!!!
"Trash, get up here already!"
Sun Chuanwu roared, his shout carrying like thunderous waves.
