On the Arena, Ye Hua challenged nine past powerhouses in one breath. She basically killed them all in seconds without any suspense. However, she had also noticed that the enemies she encountered were growing stronger and stronger, the increase glaringly obvious. If the Tyrant of Absolute Darkness's ability had not been something beyond all standards, she would have lost long ago.
This escalating pattern also fell into Feng Wu and Ou Zhizi's eyes. The Arena's challenge was clearly not so simple.
On the Arena, the shadow gradually turned golden. When the golden radiance scattered, a heroic-looking woman holding a longsword appeared on the Arena.
"So beautiful, so cool," Hua Di said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the woman.
Ye Hua attacked again. Everyone's time was precious, and she hoped to defeat as many powerhouses as possible in the shortest time, freeing up time for Feng Wu and the others.
That pitch-black arm appeared before the heroic woman almost in the blink of an eye, but a sword easily blocked the arm's attack.
"Not bad strength."
The woman's eyes were half-open as she spoke coldly.
The moment she spoke, the four of them somehow felt that this woman was a major figure.
It was purely a feeling. Just as some people in high positions gradually cultivated the bearing of those above others, this woman possessed not bearing, but temperament. It was far too unique, like a noble peerless divine sword.
"Though we bear no grudge against each other, sorry for the trouble, but I must win as quickly as possible," Ye Hua said after thinking for a moment.
In an instant, countless black arms formed a massive ring behind her. Then the eyes on those arms opened at once, and beams of light shot directly at the woman.
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