What the hell!
What was going on?
So you had a day like this too, Lu Wuchen! Hahahaha! Uh, fuck!
Boom!
A vast net of scarlet sword qi, red as the evening clouds, suddenly descended from above. Only then did Wang Wu realize that he had somehow appeared inside this arena.
Though neither of the two first-grade cultivators fighting had noticed him, he had still been caught in the crossfire.
And what the hell was going on outside?
As Wang Wu nimbly dodged, he surveyed the area beyond the arena. At least several hundred thousand spectators were seated outside—humans and demons alike. He did not spot anyone he knew for the moment, nor did he know whether any formidable big shots were present.
Damn, who would have thought the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance played things this wild? Even wilder than the Jade Cauldron Immortal Alliance.
Instead of sending first-grade cultivators to the battlefield, they had them fight to the death in an arena? That was too absurd.
At that moment, Lu Wuchen and the first-grade great cultivator opposite him were still locked in a frenzied duel. They spared no cost, cared nothing for consequences, and did not treat themselves as human at all. Internal injuries? Damage to one's foundation? Bullshit. None of that mattered. Only the victor would walk out alive!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Waves of sword qi surged wildly in every direction. Wang Wu had nowhere left to dodge, and in the end, he could only rely on the traits of the Companion Iron Essence to absorb some of the sword qi.
What else could he do?
Still, the first-grade great cultivator fighting Lu Wuchen was truly impressive. His sword-control techniques, his use of divine abilities and Dao arts, and the way he could even use the aftershocks of