Wing Guards

Shangguan Fei was so impressed he practically prostrated himself. Only Old Man Mu was worthy of Han Wuxian. Killing side by side must be the most tender, devoted moment for a pair of old monsters like them.

Since the formal duels began, Han Wuxian had defeated seven opponents in a row, leaving seven corpses behind. She had never needed more than three moves, and every move was bizarre. After she strangled a swordsman to death with a single strand of hair, no one dared step up to challenge her.

Han Wuxian's feet never touched the ground. Even after killing someone, she had to leap back onto her wicker chair. Nie Zeng didn't obediently wait in place. Every time, he moved at the last moment. At first he tried to hide it, but in the last two rounds he had thrown everything he had into it, and still couldn't shake the woman off his back.

To everyone else, the two were deliberately showing off their superior Lightness Skill. Only Shangguan Fei understood that Nie Zeng was genuinely trying to embarrass Han Wuxian.

Vajra Tou Tuo was like a street vendor plying the lanes, doing everything he could to urge a new challenger forward. "A hundred thousand taels," "wealth and glory," and "a rich patron" were the phrases he used most often, but they were growing less and less effective.

Shangguan Fei shook his head slightly, certain that Han Wuxian would take first place in tonight's duels.

Across from him, one of the Old Khan King's guards was giving him a slight nod.

After making sure he hadn't mistaken the man, Shangguan Fei hesitated. At a time like this, he wouldn't trust anyone. But when the guard slowly withdrew behind the crowd, Shangguan Fei pretended he needed to relieve himself and squeezed