Shocking Them
That said, although things looked evenly matched at the moment, Dragon Sable had factored the Seven-Colored Purple Gold Phoenix's combat strength into its calculations of the match's outcome. Otherwise, Zheng Shi'an would most likely be no match for Meng Chen.
Just as he was seriously assessing the situation in the arena, people gradually began emerging behind him.
They were members of the Heavenly Tyrant Adventuring Group. At the front was Gu Jun, the very man who had taken out the Witch Spirit Sword that day. Since Kuang Yuanba had yet to fully recover, he hadn't come out. Instead, he had stayed in his room to continue adjusting his condition.
Everyone was a little surprised to see so many groups suddenly appear. They had expected the Witch Spirit Sword to draw some people here, but there were already so many after just one night.
Gu Jun couldn't help sighing silently to himself. He hadn't expected that his impulsive act yesterday would bring them so much trouble.
At first, hardly anyone noticed their arrival. But then someone in the crowd suddenly shouted in a shrill voice, "The one in gray is the one carrying the Witch Spirit Sword!"
In an instant, almost everyone's eyes turned toward him of their own accord. Gu Jun's expression darkened slightly.
The atmosphere immediately turned rather delicate.
Xiao Lian stood silently at the front, when a powerful aura suddenly erupted from him. Its might seemed to press down on everyone until they could barely breathe.
The crowd instinctively retreated a little. Only when that aura ebbed like the tide and calm returned did they finally breathe more easily.
Among the group standing in front of Xiao Lian, a sweet-looking young girl tilted her head up and asked in a quiet voice, "Brother Yu, was that