"Such exquisite movement..." Cui Qing's eyes flashed. As the High Priest of the Black Mountain Tribe, his cultivation was naturally unfathomable. In the instant Lin Bai and Rong Quan exchanged blows, Cui Qing had immediately seen how profound Lin Bai's movement technique was.
"Indeed. It's simply astonishing," Fang Dehao said in surprise.
Cui Qing said coldly, "If Rong Quan still doesn't know when to stop and continues fighting Dongfang Bai, he'll probably suffer a huge loss!"
Fang Dehao said gravely, "That's right. If Dongfang Bai had been using a sword just now, that strike alone would have been enough to kill Rong Quan. It seems that compared to the warriors of the Broken Sword Tribe, the prodigies of our Black Mountain Tribe still fall far short."
Cui Qing shook his head. "No! I feel that Dongfang Bai probably isn't an ordinary warrior of the Broken Sword Tribe..."
Fang Dehao asked in astonishment, "High Priest, why do you say that? If Dongfang Bai isn't an ordinary warrior, then who is he?"
Cui Qing said coldly, "Dongfang Bai is probably a warrior of the Broken Sword Tribe's Black Sword Hall!"
When Fang Dehao heard this, his face went pale with fright. "The Black Sword Hall..."
"Then wouldn't Rong Quan be seeking death by fighting him?"
"High Priest, Rong Quan has already been completely blinded by rage. If this continues and Dongfang Bai accidentally kills him, what should we do?"
Fang Dehao said anxiously.
In the arena, Rong Quan reached behind himself and touched his back. His hand came away drenched in blood, and his eyes immediately turned crimson with rage as he glared at Lin Bai and roared, "You actually dared to injure me! Today, I'll make you die!"
As he spoke, Rong Quan charged at Lin Bai with a roar.
*Fierce