The Situation Was Dire: They Wanted... (Autumn Subscription) (1/2)

The Tian Luo Merchant Group's leader and the white-haired old man exchanged a few words, both wearing grim expressions.

They seemed to have reached a reluctant agreement. Before long, the white-haired old man leaped onto the arena.

"Something's wrong! They want to..."

Yang Hongxia seemed to suddenly realize something and cried out in alarm.

Before Fang Yue could ask, he understood what Yang Hongxia meant.

The moment the white-haired old man made his move, every attack was aimed at taking a life!

His attacks were far too aggressive and lethal to be part of a friendly spar.

Although the old man was only a Martial Artist in the Xiantian Realm, he immediately gained the upper hand against Blind Flow, a fellow Martial Artist whose injuries had yet to heal.

As he struggled to respond, Blind Flow quickly realized that this opponent was different from the others.

Not only had the old man's strength leaped forward, vaguely surpassing his own, but his attacks were vicious, as if he wouldn't stop until Blind Flow was dead or crippled.

Cold sweat trickled down Blind Flow's forehead. He attacked less and defended more, gradually growing unable to keep up.

Blind Flow's swordsmanship had never been suited to defense. But abandoning defense and trading injuries with his opponent was out of the question, given his current condition.

As he gradually fell behind, Blind Flow was driven back step by step.

"Isn't this a problem?"

Fang Yue looked puzzled.

Because Night Rain was falling from the ring above his head, Fang Yue stood out rather conspicuously. At the same time, it spared him a round of trouble: many people quietly put some distance between themselves and Fang Yue, unwilling to get too close.

The people from the Great Yang Merchant Group had gradually grown used to