Gasp!
Gasps rose from the crowd as they watched the man fall off the platform.
Then everyone present looked up toward the arena.
A burly man stood on the platform.
He was tall and imposing, with utterly indifferent eyes.
The man below the platform spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with horror.
Indeed, the saber in his hand had snapped in two under a single blow from this man.
"Only third-rank strength!"
The burly man looked down at him and said coldly, "And you... think that makes you worthy of barking at Northern Yu?!"
"You..."
The man below the platform flushed crimson at those words, fury boiling inside him.
But when he looked down at the broken saber in his hand, a tremor of fear stirred in his heart.
This man from Northern Yu was certainly no weakling.
He was at least fifth rank, and might even... have reached the sixth-rank realm.
Against such strength, he truly stood no chance.
Quite a few Great Hua martial artists nearby frowned as well.
They had originally thought that the Visiting Scholars from Northern Yu had set up this arena merely to test the martial artists of Capital City.
They had never expected such vicious attacks right from the outset.
"A Zha!"
Just then, a calm voice rang out from the third floor. "Since Great Hua's martial artists are so eager to begin, then... play with them a little!"
As those words fell, everyone in the street looked up toward the third floor.
By the window stood a man with his hair hanging loose, holding a bowl of wine and smiling down at them.
"But remember, hold back a little!"
Teng Zixiu gently swirled his wine bowl and said lightly, "We've only just begun... don't take things too far!"
"Otherwise...