The person treating his sect disciple's injuries did not notice the indifference on the face of the man opposite him, or that the man regarded them as though they were a mass of dead matter.
The man's eyes were pitch-black, as though all the emotions of a living person had long since vanished from them.
He slowly raised his sword, then brought it slashing down at the two people occupied with healing.
Just then, a streak of blue light flashed past, and a figure dressed in white appeared in front of the pair.
The sword in the sword-wielding disciple's hand was also knocked to the ground by that blue light.
The man's cold, sinister gaze slowly shifted to the figure in white.
His expression changed slightly. "The match hasn't ended yet. Even Su Jiu of the Azure Tide Sect has no right to stop it from continuing, does she?"
Su Jiu lowered her eyes slightly, but an unrelenting chill radiated from her. "This is only a sparring match. Why are you so determined to take someone's life, Fellow Daoist?"
"Besides, the match is already over." As Su Jiu spoke, she looked toward the edge of the arena.
Everyone knew that when the Defensive Barrier withdrew automatically, the match was considered over.
The man raised his brows slightly and sneered. "I didn't notice that. But since Senior Su has said so, I'll let it go."
With that, he cast a contemptuous glance at the disciples glaring at him, looking every bit the petty villain gloating over his triumph.
Clearly, these furious people were fellow disciples of the disciple whose hand had been severed.
Su Jiu utterly despised the man's behavior just now.
Although hidden weapons had never been prohibited in arena matches, sects generally refrained from using them while sparring, out