The situation in the arena was delicate.
Normally, a victory for one's own cultivators would have been cause for great rejoicing and cheers no matter what.
But after that strange incident earlier, even after Xiao Xinghe had cut down a powerful foe, he received little applause. Instead, several people led by that Tier Seven True Lake Cultivator had faintly formed a half-encirclement around him.
The Vast Sky Alliance Cultivators who knew what had happened merely sighed and shook their heads at the sight. Some wanted to speak up for him, but were stopped.
Xiao Xinghe's Crimson Blood Sect background was, after all, somewhat troublesome here at Heaven's Gate Pass. Though some people could not openly do anything, there were still certain dirty tricks being played in the shadows, contemptible beyond measure.
After staring at each other for a long time, Xiao Xinghe spoke blandly, "There won't be a next time!"
The Tier Seven True Lake Cultivator gave a soft snort and said in a voice too low for others to hear, "And if there is... what then?"
"You can try it!" Xiao Xinghe turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He raised a hand, pulled the spear from his shoulder blade, casually tossed it aside, then turned to face the vast Myriad Demon Ridge lineup.
"Who's next to die!"
The moment he finished speaking, someone impatiently rushed out and immediately clashed with Xiao Xinghe.
Though the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivator who rushed out was a Spell Cultivator, he was only at Tier Three True Lake, even weaker than the man from before. He had likely seen Xiao Xinghe's injuries and wanted to pick up an easy win. Who would have thought that, with the frustration bottled up in his heart, Xiao Xinghe's blade became even more