As Long as You Can Take One Finger, You Can Take Him Away

Xiao Meng squeezed into the crowd and discovered that Mu Zichen was dueling someone—and a Six-Star Dou Ling at that. He was covered in wounds.

His opponent was a man in a pale red robe. The man looked somewhat feminine, with a trace of softness between his brows.

Xiao Meng searched his memories briefly and thought that this person should be Yao Sheng, one of Liu Qing's associates. Liu Qing was third on the Inner Academy's Strong Ranking, while Yao Sheng ranked as high as seventeenth. Of course, his current ranking might not still be seventeenth, but it should not have changed much.

A sinister look crossed Xiao Meng's face. Given Mu Zichen's personality, he should not have easily gotten into a conflict with anyone. Besides, Yao Sheng was no good person either. Since the two had ended up in such a duel, Yao Sheng had likely started it.

In the arena, black Dou Qi erupted from Yao Sheng's body, while his figure became a blurred shadow, moving at incredible speed. Although Mu Zichen possessed an Undying Body and his wounds healed quickly, his cultivation level was ultimately too low. He could still win against a three- or four-star Dou Ling, but against a Six-Star Dou Ling, he was truly no match.

Moreover, Yao Sheng was exceptionally skilled at close-range combat. The moment Mu Zichen revealed an opening, he stomped the ground and shot out like a hunting hawk. The sharp dagger in his hand sliced toward Mu Zichen's chest with a chilling wind that made one's skin crawl.

It was vicious to the extreme.

Mu Zichen's heart jolted, and he hurriedly dodged. Though he avoided that savage strike, his situation only grew worse. Yao Sheng's gaze turned cold as the aura of a Six-Star Dou Ling erupted fully, creating