"Young master, watch-"
"Clang!..."
Gongshu Nanxing had just started warning Xu Taiping to be careful, but before she could finish, her voice was drowned out by a metallic vibration like a sword cry.
The next moment, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of hundreds of dazzling silver sword lights slicing the body of Siyou, the Heavenly Frost Pavilion's Hall Master, into countless pieces.
Finally, those silver sword lights all gathered together again, transforming into a silver hummingbird that hovered on fluttering wings before Siyou's incredulous face.
At that moment, cracks covered Siyou from head to toe.
Fine beads of blood kept seeping from those cracks, turning him into a figure drenched in blood in the blink of an eye.
"You... what kind of art is..."
"Boom!"
Hall Master Siyou struggled to say something, but before he could finish, his body burst apart, becoming evenly sliced chunks of flesh on the arena.
"Ah, why go this far?"
Looking at the pool of flesh and blood on the ground, Xu Taiping sighed.
If possible, he truly did not want to forge a mortal enmity with the Heavenly Frost Pavilion while challenging its very first Hall Master.
For although life and death in the arena were left to fate, he had, after all, killed someone from the Heavenly Frost Pavilion, and that person was a Hall Master.
Whatever their relationship with Siyou, the Heavenly Frost Pavilion's remaining two Hall Masters would inevitably fight him to the death.
The true essence and qi and blood consumed in a fight to the death are a different matter entirely from those consumed in an all-out fight.
Xu Taiping recalled the hummingbird formed by fusing the North Wind Fan's power of wind essence with Silver Sand's power of metal essence, murmuring inwardly as