The seven blazing arenas were now all occupied by battling martial artists.
Liu Yuhen, Nan An, Xiang Xing, He Yunsheng, Zi Qing, Su Min, and Zi Han each occupied an arena.
If Zi Xia wanted to make a move, Liu Yuhen, Nan An, and He Yunsheng were all tough opponents.
Zi Qing and Zi Han were members of his own tribe. Unless absolutely necessary, he probably would not attack his fellow tribesmen.
As for Su Min, there was no doubt that he was the strongest among the seven.
Helpless, Zi Xia could only target the weaker Xiang Xing.
When Xiang Xing saw Zi Xia flying toward him from the arena, a cold look immediately swept across his face. "Hmph, Zi Xia, do you take me for a soft persimmon?"
"Fine. Since you're seeking death, let me see how much you've improved over the past two years!"
"Come on!"
Xiang Xing's eyes flashed as he unleashed his cultivation. A powerful force immediately spread outward.
A cold smile tugged at the corner of Zi Xia's lips. "I'll make sure you find out!"
In an instant, a bloody battle erupted on the arena.
Zi Xia and Xiang Xing were both formidable, evenly matched opponents. Even after three hundred exchanges, the two had yet to determine a victor.
Their battle left all the martial artists present dumbfounded.
At last, after fifteen hundred exchanges, Zi Xia seized an opening in Xiang Xing's defense and launched a fierce assault. In one overwhelming attack, he beat Xiang Xing into complete disarray, forcing him back step by step until he finally fell helplessly from the blazing arena.
"Hahaha, Xiang Xing, it seems you haven't improved at all over the past two years." Zi Xia threw back his head and laughed wildly.
Xiang Xing landed on the ground and