When Jiang Ping An snatched the metal sphere containing the Sacred Blood, Li Xi abruptly straightened in her seat inside the private box.
For the first time, a clear emotion crossed her usually impassive face. It was not joy.
"Idiot!"
She practically forced the word through clenched teeth.
Before he entered the arena, she had warned him again and again not to make the first move. He was supposed to observe before acting.
But the man had let her warnings go in one ear and out the other. Under the eyes of more than a hundred opponents of the same level, he had snatched the metal sphere at the first opportunity.
Now there was no hope at all.
Li Xi's heart sank.
With Jiang Ping An's unusual ability to hide in shadows, coupled with this unexpected Devouring Power, he might have had a slim chance if he had lain low and waited for an opening.
But now it was over.
He had revealed his trump cards at the very start and made himself everyone's target. The others would never allow such a threat to remain in the arena.
Li Xi leaned back in her chair, her fingertips digging slightly into the armrests.
She had herself to blame, too.
To avoid drawing unnecessary attention and danger to Jiang Ping An, she had given him little guidance.
She had not even known he had mastered such remarkable Devouring Rules.
If I'd guided him personally beforehand, perhaps he'd have had a better chance of obtaining the Sacred Blood...
There was no use thinking about that now.
With more than a hundred God Kings of the same level watching Jiang Ping An, fighting for the Sacred Blood was out of the question. His chances of leaving the arena alive were vanishingly small.
The Mysterious