Several Blood Clan experts rushed over, hurriedly put Anderson on a stretcher, and carried him away.
Everything had happened too suddenly, and it had ended in only about half a minute.
The hundreds of thousands present had yet to recover their senses. They stared blankly at Tang Wen.
They looked at him as though he were a devil!
"The ten billion is yours. Return the Execution Axe to us," Redgus said.
"Yours? It belongs to me now. Don't you understand the rules of an arena match? This is called the spoils of war," Tang Wen said coolly.
"Tang Wen, it is our Blood Clan's supreme treasure! If you don't return it, we won't rest until one side is dead!" Assef shouted in furious frustration.
"If you want to seek death, I'll be waiting anytime," Tang Wen sneered.
"Tang Wen, I challenge you! I'll reclaim the Execution Axe!" Just then, a roar came from the sky.
Someone approached on beating wings, flying close in an instant. He was a thin old man.
"Greetings, Guardian." Redgus and the others hurriedly paid their respects.
"This is bad! It's the Blood Clan's Guardian, their true trump-card expert. Master, don't fight him." Even Hou Yuan was startled.
"Boy! I, Luosi, challenge you to a death match! Another ten billion on the line!" Luosi shouted.
"Fine, but I already have twenty billion. Why not wager twenty billion instead?" Tang Wen shrugged. However, he was uncertain himself.
This fellow was too powerful. Judging from the blood energy he had released while flying over, he probably possessed Yellow Realm Great Perfection strength, one stage above Tang Wen.
However, Tang Wen could merge with the Heavenly Insect and then get inside the Iron Statue. Fighting him that way, he would at least avoid losing.
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