"Th-this... how is this possible?"
"Elder Blood Slaughter is actually being suppressed?"
The demonic cultivator attendants stood dumbfounded.
Disbelief covered their faces.
The Alliance disciples watching nearby.
Erupted in cheers like roaring mountains and surging seas.
"Bravo!"
"Senior Blood Shadow is incredible!"
"Give him hell!"
Their cheers shook the heavens.
The ringing clash of weapons.
Sounded without end.
The longer Blood Slaughter fought, the more frustrated he became.
His cultivation realm was clearly higher.
Yet his opponent's reckless, life-risking fighting style kept him firmly suppressed.
He was thwarted at every turn.
After dozens of exchanges.
Several more blade wounds marked his body.
Though none were fatal.
They left him in a sorry state.
If this continued.
He might well be the one to lose.
"Enough!"
Blood Slaughter suddenly punched the blade light aside.
And retreated several yards.
His expression was so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
"You've proved how ruthless you are."
He spoke through gritted teeth, unwilling to concede.
Anyone with eyes could see.
If the fight continued.
Even if he managed to win.
He would have to pay a devastating price.
On someone else's turf.
Burning his essence to fight his opponent to the death.
Was not worth it.
The Blood Shadow Immortal Emperor lowered his blade.
The blood flames around him gradually died away.
He staggered.
Only by bracing his war blade against the ground did he barely manage to steady himself.
His face was as pale as paper.
Yet his back remained straight.
"Thank you for the match."
He forced the words out in a hoarse voice.
Blood Slaughter's face alternated between livid and pale.
But he could not argue.
With the fight having reached this point.
Claiming victory now would be utterly shameless.
He snorted coldly.
"You've got guts."
With that.
He turned