"Couldn't reach an agreement, my lord?" the referee asked cautiously. "How about I..."
As he spoke, the referee made a throat-slitting gesture.
"He is a disciple of the World Emperor Sacred Sect. You want to kill him within the city?" Nu Shi Hu said coldly.
"The Sacred Sect?" the referee cried out, hurriedly replying, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
Though the Wrath Family was the true overlord of Wrath City, in the vast Southern Region, they were no more than a drop in the ocean.
The truly colossal forces were still the Divine Sect and the two great Sacred Sects.
"Heaven is high and the emperor is far away. So what if it is a Sacred Sect?" Nu Shi Hu said, his gaze dark and cold.
"They cannot be killed in Wrath City, but Misty Forest is fraught with danger. If they die there, no one can be blamed."
"What does my lord mean?" the referee asked.
"Do not ask what you should not ask," Nu Shi Hu said blandly.
After leaving the Gathering Heroes Tower, Xu Zimo did not return to the fighting arena. He knew the Wrath Family would not dare renege on the matter of the Fusion Stones.
After all, the fighting arena had existed for several thousand years. If it did not even have that much integrity, who would go there in the future?
When he returned to the inn, Liu Rufeng and the others had already been waiting on the first floor for quite some time.
Dusk had fallen. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected across the horizon, while the leaves on both sides of the road began to drift down slowly in the autumn wind.
When Xu Zimo returned, everyone looked at him as if he were a god descended from heaven.