On the raised platform, Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet.
She looked down at Hu Liena, drenched in blood, her face filled with heartache and fury.
Hu Liena was her personal disciple, the girl she had raised herself. No one held a greater place in her heart.
And now? A hole in her shoulder, another in her waist, blood all over her-she was a complete wreck.
Yet the bastard who had wounded her was still standing in the arena, glaring fiercely at her people.
Bibi Dong's eyes were as cold as knives as she fixed them on Yang Chang'an's back.
That bastard! How dare he? Didn't he know Nana was her disciple?!
The two old men flanking her watched Bibi Dong warily, soul power flickering around them as they prepared to intervene at any moment.
Both wore guarded expressions, afraid this woman might suddenly go mad, charge down, and tear Yang Chang'an apart.
If Bibi Dong actually attacked, the two old fellows would have to stop her immediately.
Truth be told, however, both Enshrined were secretly marveling at the boy. When trouble came, he really did charge straight into it.
Whose disciple you were, what status you held-none of it mattered. If you deserved a beating, he delivered it without a moment's hesitation.
Sensing the restrained fluctuations of soul power from the two old fossils beside her, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the
killing intent in her heart.
She gave Yang Chang'an an icy look, then turned and sat back down.
No hurry.
Nana and the others had merely been careless. It was fine. As long as both siblings remained in the arena, victory in this battle would ultimately belong to the Papal Hall.
Azure Luan and Guang Ling exchanged a glance and withdrew their