"Damn..."
Among the endless Void, an old man looked ugly and cursed in a low voice.
Shi Po, who died earlier, is his descendant.
Shi Po is able to stand here because he was elected against all odds.
He didn't expect that his descendants would be scolded even after they were dead.
Being ridiculed by the Origin Continent, scolded by his own people, and even his own ethnic group will be scolded.
Damn thing.
He also didn't expect that Shi Po would be such a waste.
Not even a chance to self-destruct.
He didn't even self-destruct.
Even if you self-destruct, even if your opponent Meng Jiu survives, at least you won't be scolded so harshly.
Feeling the strange gazes around him, his face began to feel faintly hot.
Damn thing.
After you die, you can hardly hold on to your old face anymore.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have made that decision in the first place.
"The drawing of lots begins."
"Start drawing lots."
The last battle was won, but the waiting time is always so short.
Because, the next battle has begun.
"The drawing is over, the next battle is on the 36th."
After the words fell, the players from both sides began to fight.
"It's my turn."
"After waiting for so long, it must be my turn, young master."
Chaos Ancient Clan In the formation, a figure stood up slowly.
His movement when he stood up was extremely graceful, like a thin blade being slowly drawn out of its sheath.
The first person to stand up was his back, which was slender and straight, drawing a smooth arc from his waist to his shoulders.
Then there are the shoulders, neither wide nor narrow, just enough to hold up the blood-colored gilded robe.
Finally, when the whole face emerged from the shadows, several strong men around the Chaos Ancient Clan moved half a step to the side in unison.
He had an unforgettable face.
The skin is an extremely rare cold white, so white that it is almost transparent. There is a very light crimson layer under the cheekbones, as if it has been lightly swept by rouge.
The lines of his facial features are extremely delicate, almost to the point of being carved, and his brow bones are high and elegant.
The bridge of the nose is narrow and straight, the lips are thin and well-defined, and the corners of the mouth are naturally slightly upturned, with a smile even when not smiling.
His eyes were amber, with a dark golden glow glowing deep in his pupils.
When looking at people, his eyes are as warm as water, but there always seems to be something hidden under the water, making it hard to tell whether it is kindness or something else.
His hair is dark red, not bright red, but a dull, dark red like aged wine.
A thin gilt hairpin was tied loosely behind her head, and a few strands of hair hung down beside her ears, making her face look even whiter.
There is a small blood-colored pendant hanging on each ear, the pendant is only the size of a fingernail.
But it was carved into two blooming Manjusaka. The petals were as thin as hair, glowing with a strange dark red luster in the sunlight.
He wore a blood-colored gilded robe.
The material of the robe is some kind of extremely light and soft satin, and the corners of the robe fly like flowing clouds when walking around.
The surface of the robe is embroidered with dense Manjusaka patterns with gold thread, and the flowers are connected with extremely fine silver threads.
It covered the entire robe like a spider web.
The waist of the robe was gathered just right, outlining his slender figure, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.
Every step he took carried a natural rhythm, as if he were dancing a dance with a beat that only he could hear.
The hem of the robe trailed more than three feet behind her, and the corners of the robe were hemmed with gold thread.
Every step you take will drag out a faint golden trace on the stone bricks.
There is a blood-red silk ribbon tied around his waist, and a dark gold Identity Token hangs on the ribbon, with the word "Ming" engraved on the card.
His hands were bare, his fingers were long and white, and his nails were trimmed and neatly trimmed.
Very faint dark red lines are faintly visible on the knuckles, like blood vessels or some kind of ancient runes.
He wears a bloody wrench on his right index finger, and the surface of the wrench is as smooth as a mirror.
It was like a drop of slowly flowing dark red liquid was sealed inside, gently swaying in the wrench as his fingers moved.
He walked towards Arena step by step, his blood-colored gilt robe fluttering in the wind.
Her long dark red hair was gently flowing behind her head, and the Manjusaka pendant beside her ear shone with a strange dark red light in the sunlight.
He walked in an extremely calm manner, taking every step without haste or slowness, like a leisurely nobleman admiring flowers in his own courtyard.
Wherever he passed by, the Chaos Ancient Clan monks looked sideways.
Some people subconsciously took half a step back, some frowned, and some showed fear.
He walked up to Arena, stood still, raised his hand to tuck a strand of hair hanging down from his ear to the back of his head, and curved the corners of his mouth into a gentle, jade-like smile.
That smile is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away, but if you look at it one more time, you'll feel chills on your back.
There was an indescribable evilness in that smile, like a Manjusaka flower blooming on a grave. It was as beautiful as it was beautiful, but underneath it was rooted in a pile of dead people.
"Chaos Ancient Clan, Mingye."