"Take a guess. Was putting Ghost Holy Son and Zhang Hengzhi together merely a coincidence?
"Or did someone do it deliberately?"
Xu Zimo asked.
Hearing this, Shangguan Xian replied uncertainly, "It should have been a coincidence.
"This is a competition in the Chaos Fire Domain. No one would dare cheat so brazenly, would they?"
"In this world, as long as the profits are great enough,
"Anything can cross the line," Xu Zimo said with a shake of his head and a smile.
"If Zhang Hengzhi died, do you think Ghost Holy Son should be killed?" Xu Zimo asked.
"He should, I suppose," Shangguan Xian asked hesitantly.
Zhang Hengzhi was a decent person. Though they had known each other only briefly, he could still be considered half a friend.
"Then should the referee who arranged for Zhang Hengzhi to face Ghost Holy Son be killed?" Xu Zimo asked again.
"And what about the mastermind behind it, the one who bribed the referee? Should that person be killed?"
Xu Zimo asked several questions in succession.
Shangguan Xian did not know how to answer.
It seemed wrong to kill, yet wrong not to kill.
If she killed them, it would contradict the view she had just used to persuade Xu Zimo.
But if she did not kill them, was Zhang Hengzhi supposed to die for nothing?
Shangguan Xian was torn.
Meanwhile, on the arena stage, Zhang Hengzhi was indeed covered in wounds, grievously injured.
Ghost Holy Son cultivated a ghost-attributed technique.
Whenever he attacked, Yin Souls coiled around him, and deathly aura sprang up everywhere.
It was as though tens of thousands of Yin Souls surrounded him.
Even those standing outside the arena could feel that chilling cold.
As for Zhang Hengzhi, Sword Qi surged around him.
He wielded the sword with qi;