An ink-black longsword, radiating an eerie, ominous aura like a demon sword, rested in Qian Guangyue's grasp, held by her slender, fair fingers.
The black Demon Sword and her fair hand formed a picture of black and white that seemed unusual, yet perfectly harmonious.
But as Qian Guangyue stroked her fair fingers down the pitch-black blade, an aura of loneliness tinged with tragic resolve, intent on destroying everything, surged skyward from her body.
That utterly terrifying aura spread outward from Qian Guangyue in ripples of black visible to the naked eye.
Dai Mubai's White Tiger Meteor Shower and White Tiger Fierce Light Wave dissolved in midair under those spreading black ripples, unable to offer the slightest resistance.
"What is that thing? Why do I feel so much pain?"
A spectator in the stands cried out. Those black ripples filled him with a heart-wrenching feeling, as though something he treasured was leaving his side.
"I feel something strange too, but it's different from yours!"
The speaker was a thin young man. His eyes were bloodshot as he spoke, as though he had remembered an enemy with whom he could never share the same sky.
Their words seemed to open the floodgates, and plenty of other spectators began chiming in all at once.
"I feel so lonely. Anyone want to talk about life and dreams tonight?"
"Me, me! What a coincidence, I feel so lonely too. Shall we go to a hotel tonight and talk until dawn?"
"Two men going to a hotel to talk all night? Well, I've learned something new!"
Meanwhile, Dai Mubai stared blankly. His opponent had broken through his two great offensive Soul Skills with her aura alone, and for a moment, he had no idea what to do.
But Qian Guangyue had no interest in what this