Warm blood splashed across Zhao Xuan's somewhat pale face. He stared blankly at the person before him.
The Titled Douluo fighting in the distance also stopped, staring at the scene in stunned disbelief.
"Senior!"
"Ugh!"
Tang Chen instinctively clutched one of his arms and let out a muffled groan. His gaze was fixed tightly on the figure not far away. Upon closer inspection, his right arm had been severed at the shoulder, the clean wound exposing stark white bone and mangled flesh.
Following Tang Chen's gaze and seeing that person clearly, even Zhao Xuan, consumed by fury, was shaken.
"Yue Guan!"
Dressed in black, Yue Guan had an exceedingly effeminate face. Though male, he possessed an alluring, almost bewitching air. Yet at this moment, Zhao Xuan sensed something contradictory about him; his aura was extraordinarily strange.
Looking at the enraged Zhao Xuan and Tang Chen, Yue Guan gently shook his head and slowly withdrew his pitch-black scythe. "What a pity..."
Beneath his feet, the pitch-black Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum swayed slightly. Looking at Zhao Xuan, he said calmly, "Then, until next time."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Zhao Xuan could react, the slender petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum slowly wrapped around him. Black mist rose from the ground, and the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum plunged into it, vanishing without a trace.
Whoosh!
Zhao Xuan arrived a step too late. Looking down at the ground beneath him, his expression shifted uncertainly as he muttered, "God of Death!"
A crimson glint caught the corner of his eye. Zhao Xuan slightly turned his head and saw the Asura Divine Sword embedded upside down in the ground, with a sturdy severed arm lying not far away.
Surging rage and killing intent suddenly erupted from Zhao Xuan. His long hair fluttered