Amid it all, the roar of spells mingled with the clash of shells, like drumbeats in a chaotic battle, fierce and confused.
A thought stirred in Qing Chen's mind. He had intended to avoid the commotion and flee in another direction.
He had never liked joining a spectacle, much less getting embroiled in pointless fighting.
Yet just as he was about to move, a familiar woman's voice suddenly pierced the blood mist and reached his ears:
"You wretched thief! How dare you ambush me? The Condensed Jade Sect will never let you off!" Her voice carried a measure of shame and anger.
That voice was so familiar. Qing Chen's heart tightened; he had not expected to encounter her in this trial ground.
While he was puzzling over this, another voice came from the blood mist beside the Naihe Bridge, cold and smug enough to send a chill down one's spine.
"Hehehe, as expected of a beauty with the Phoenix-and-Phoenix Reversal Spirit Body. Even wounded, you can still withstand my high-grade second-tier Lingxi Springheart Ember!
"To hell with your damned Condensed Jade Sect. Back when I was in the Condensed Jade Sect, I'd already heard of you, its icy beauty. Today, I can finally have some proper fun. Hahaha!"
At that moment, a man's voice came from the blood mist beside the Naihe Bridge.
The instant that voice rang out, Qing Chen's expression darkened.
He knew this voice very well, too!
What a coincidence. How had he managed to run into so many old acquaintances even here?
Suddenly, a horsetail whisk glowing with a dim azure sheen emerged from the roiling blood mist like a spirit serpent bursting from its hole.
With a shrill whistle through the air, the whisk swept straight toward a certain direction.
Judging by Qing Chen's discernment,