Even Dogs Won't Surrender? Then Those Who Surrender Are Dogs

"Someone died? Someone really died!"

"My god! This match is way too intense! Decapitation and dismemberment right off the bat—Spirit Hall's people are too ruthless!"

"That woman had an amazing body. Getting squeezed by those things must've felt heavenly. What a waste for her to die like that."

"Shh! Keep it down! Can't you see Spirit Hall's people are still on the field? Do you have a death wish?"

Discussion erupted from the stands once more, but this time, most of it was filled with excitement and morbid curiosity. Only a few people showed a trace of pity.

The nobles had long grown used to life and death. To them, Zhu Zhuqing's death was merely an embellishment to a "spectacular performance."

"Zhuqing? Zhu Zhuqing!"

Oscar's face was filled with stunned disbelief, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

She had been their companion, their teammate who had fought alongside them, yet she had died just like that! And in such a gruesome manner!

"S-Someone died?"

Huang Yuan's face was as white as paper, his eyes full of fear.

He had never seen such a bloody scene, nor had he imagined that someone could truly die in a match.

Dai Mubai stood frozen in place as well, the shock on his face far greater than that of the others.

He stared at Zhu Zhuqing's head by his feet, his eyes filled with confusion.

Though there had not been much affection between him and Zhu Zhuqing, and they had even harbored resentment toward each other over the matter of the "inheritance right."

They were, after all, bound together as "teammates," forced to join hands in order to compete for the inheritance right.

Zhu Zhuqing was dead...

His Hell White Tiger combination was completely gone.

Without the Hell White Tiger, how could he compete with