In the great hall, Lu Ye returned drenched in blood. Xiao Xinghe felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Liu Yuemei, who had been sitting upright in her chair all along, abruptly rose with one hand braced against the table. As Spiritual Power surged, the table shattered into pieces.
Qi Wu, who had remained behind, felt his eyelids twitch violently. Staring at the blood-covered Lu Ye, he could hardly believe his eyes, yet he was also seized by a wave of lingering fear.
He had not thought much of Lu Ye to begin with. The gap in their cultivation was right there. So-called fighting above one's level generally meant surpassing one or two minor realms. Yet he was three minor realms above Lu Ye. Besides, was he not someone capable of fighting above his own level as well?
Thus, he had originally been utterly confident that he could defeat Lu Ye, even kill him.
When Liu Yuemei had intervened at the crucial moment, seized him away, and had Chen Ke replace him in a deathmatch with Lu Yiye, he had even felt somewhat dissatisfied, believing that the Pass Master had underestimated him.
And the result...
The battle ended. Lu Yiye returned, while Chen Ke had vanished without a trace.
The outcome was obvious. Chen Ke was dead!
How had he done it?
The Combat Platform formed its own small space, untouched by outside interference. No one knew what had truly happened inside, but the result lay before them, enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
If Lu Yiye could kill Chen Ke, then he could naturally kill him as well. Chen Ke had been far stronger than he was.
Had he unwittingly picked up a life? A thought flickered through Qi Wu's mind.
At the same