The Blood Feast
Everyone's gaze began to focus on him, watching to see whether this time he would choose Bi Fan as his opponent.
Chen Xiong stepped onto the arena. Looking at Bi Fan, he pointed the Blood Demon Saber straight at him and said coldly, "Bi Fan, long time no see!"
If one ignored his tone and expression, one might have thought it was a friendly greeting.
But with the emotion behind it, it was a blatant provocation.
Bi Fan wasn't surprised. He had long been prepared to challenge three team captains in a row during the finals.
Even without Xiao Lian, even without absolute confidence, he still had to do it. He had to claim the final victory.
So when he looked at Chen Xiong, his heart was calm. If he couldn't even get past this hurdle, what right did he have to take on the challenges that followed?
Facing his opponent, Bi Fan stepped out and said only three words, coolly: "Make your move."
His directness took everyone by surprise. They had thought he would say more.
Chen Xiong's face darkened. The Blood Demon Saber was already sweeping forward with a surging force. He would make this man understand that he hadn't lost to him back then—it had been an accident!
Faced with such an attack, Bi Fan narrowed his eyes, but there wasn't the slightest trace of panic in his heart.
Compared to when he had been at Lie Huo Sect, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. He no longer needed to think about how to fight for his life, but how to conserve his Chaos Qi and maintain his condition so he could defeat his opponent and face the next challenge.
At once, the Taiyi Sword shot from its sheath with a swish.