Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Yin Luohang's gaze darkened.
Yet he still forcibly suppressed the displeasure in his heart, turned, and left the arena.
"Old Yin, when did you become so close with Ao Nan?"
Ming Hu laughed from the side.
"You actually pleaded for him."
Among the Holy Sons of their Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sects, they had always been rivals competing in secret.
They basically never became friends.
That was why Yin Luohang's actions today had surprised him.
Yin Luohang merely raised his head and glanced at Ming Hu indifferently. Without answering, he left directly.
At this moment, the Two-Headed Python on the arena was already completely at death's door.
With both heads gone, blood streamed endlessly from its neck.
Holding Overlord Shadow, Xu Zimo grinned. "Don't suffer anymore. Let me send you on your final journey."
With a boom, cracks spread across the entire arena. The Two-Headed Python's body was split cleanly in two.
It was dead beyond any doubt.
"Please clean this up," Xu Zimo said to the person in charge of the arena before walking down.
He ignored the astonished gazes of everyone around him and instead walked toward Ren Pingsheng.
His attitude was obvious: Ren Pingsheng was under his protection. Anyone who wanted to touch him had to get his permission first.
The White-Skirts Woman below the arena found it amusing and sighed. "No wonder. I couldn't see through him either."
Then her gaze became profound once more.
No one knew what she was pondering.
Xu Zimo walked up to Ren Pingsheng and smiled. "Come on, let's get something to eat."
"Young Master," Ren Pingsheng took a deep breath and hurriedly followed him with Shang Xiaoxiao.
"How did you two get to know Ao Nan?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Xiaoxiao was originally a disciple of the Ancient