With a gasp, the Old man realized too late that he was unable to match Gu Mei's speed. In an instant, Gu Mei's shadow flashed like lightning, and with mind-boggling speed, it shot over. The old man tried to dart to the right, hoping to dodge, but his movements were too slow compared to Gu Mei's agile movements. Slash! A loud crashing sound rang out, echoing in the surroundings, as Gu Mei's slash struck the Old Man's chest with full force. The attack not only stopped his movements, but also left a long scratch that started from his chest and reached his face. Blood began to flow, soaking the protective clothing he was wearing and dripping onto the ground. His badly injured skin burned, intense pain assaulting every fiber of his consciousness. His now badly injured face showed scars that were not only physical but also destroyed his pride as a warrior. His originally sharp eyes had now dimmed, filled with confusion and pain. The old man staggered, trying hard to stay standing e

When dawn broke, the enthusiasm of the people was clearly visible, radiating from the crowds that snaked around every corner of the restaurants in the capital. Travelers from all over the country flocked to watch the legendary Friendly Match. With the opening soon to be held near noon, that morning was a golden opportunity for them to enjoy delicious dishes. However, there is something unique about Pak An's restaurant, which also functions as accommodation. The atmosphere there felt different; Dry trees and withered small plants create a mystical atmosphere that attracts attention. Not far away, only a hundred meters away, life seemed normal, but an invisible threat that was absorbing life energy was still roaming free. Amidst the commotion of diners enjoying themselves, Yun Fei Yang, with eyes sparkling with anticipation, couldn't wait for the match. "They say the Empire has prepared the best Ten Arenas. I can't wait to stand there!" he exclaimed excitedly. Meanwhile, Long Chu

Long Chu and the warriors from various sects entered the magnificent arena which was the battlefield for a friendly battle between the ten great sects in the Qing Empire. A tense air hung in the air as the ten groups of heroes stared at each other sharply, each with the ambition to dominate the others. This match was not just a fight for abundant prizes such as an island rich in resources, but rather a battle that determined the honor and closeness of each sect to the power of the Empire. A high-ceilinged announcer broke the silence with his loud voice, “To all the venerable sects—Sky Gold Sword Sect, Dawn Dew Sect, Dragon Gate Sect, Snow Blossom Sect, Black Flash Sect, Thousand Star Valley Sect, Jade Stone Sect, Firmament Sect , Silver Waves Sect,and the Dawn Dusk Sect—it is requested that their respective representatives come forward and draw their lottery numbers.”Each of the leaders, with the burden of sect pride on their shoulders, stepped forward with determined looks, ready

Yun, gasping for breath, moved his body as fast as lightning, dodging the attacks of the hands that emerged from the unpredictable black circle. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his eyes sharp as he watched every movement that occurred around him. In the chaos, several times black hands managed to reach his back and arms, creating burning wounds. Furious, Yun swung his arms, delivering a hard blow to the hands that were trying to pull him into the black circle. In the distance, Hu Gong watched Yun's situation with a worried look. Quickly, he grabbed his long sword, channeling the chi energy in his body into the blade. With a powerful movement, Hu Gong swung his sword, sending waves of energy crashing into the black circle, trying to sever Yun's threatening attack. The energy from Hu Gong's sword formed a bright light that charged towards Yun, breaking apart some of the black circles and giving him a chance to breathe for a moment. Yun, with his gaze briefly diverted towards Hu Gong

Patriarch Jin stood tall with a sharp gaze that radiated his aura of power. His calm face seemed unmoved by anything, while the scorching Holy aura around him made the air around him feel scorching hot. Wa Di, with her face bright red and breathing heavily, seemed to be on the verge of losing control of her emotions. His muscles tensed, ready to lunge forward. "We have to act now, Lin Mo! We can't let him continue to rule like this!" he shouted in a voice full of anger. Lin Mo, on the other hand, tried to maintain calm. He pulled Wa Di's arm to hold him, his eyes stared deeply at Wa Di. "Calm down, Wa Di. We have to use strategy, not raw strength. "We must think and act with a cool head," he said in a low but firm voice. Meanwhile, Patriarch Jin just smiled sarcastically, enjoying the show of emotions taking place before him. "Look, even the two of you who are claimed to be the best warriors are divided. How can you guys hope to defeat me?” he sneered as his hands casually