The venue fell deathly silent.
No one knew what had happened. Their ears were still ringing.
The SR Contract Spirit whose weapon had been taken stood frozen in place, not daring to say another word.
In that instant just now, he had not even seen Xia Yuan move. He had only seen a flash of golden lightning, and the high-tier divine weapon he treasured had already changed hands.
It was an absolute crushing gap in strength, leaving him without even the slightest thought of resisting.
This SR Contract Spirit had ranked among the strongest fighters in the Berserker Gang.
Yet neither the Berserker Gang's Contract Spirits nor Contract Spirit Masters had expected him to fail to withstand even one move from Xia Yuan!
Was this the weight of someone who had soloed a world-class BOSS?!
Xia Yuan casually spun the blade, feeling its cold touch and formidable spiritual energy. "A trinket from a mongrel. Barely worth looking at."
He raised his eyes, his scarlet pupils sweeping across every trembling Berserker Gang member present. His voice carried unquestionable authority.
"My time is precious. Tell that fox to get the hell out here."
His voice was not loud, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"Who dares make such a racket here?!"
A deep, furious voice came from the depths of the venue.
The crowd automatically parted to form a path. A tall, stern-faced young man strode out, dressed in fitted black clothes bearing the Berserker Gang insignia. Powerful spiritual energy radiated from his body. He was none other than the Berserker Gang's leader, Duan Wuji.
At Duan Wuji's side, a woman with a graceful figure and peerless beauty quietly appeared.
She wore an elegant white dress, and nine fluffy white fox tails swayed softly behind her. Her shifting gaze