As Chu Jian's final words finished, the atmosphere in mid-air suddenly tensed.

"Whoosh!"

However, this tension lasted only a brief moment. Immediately after, an aura of extreme malice burst forth from the arena. Xiao Han, disregarding his identity, moved swiftly, turning into a mere afterimage as he lunged towards Du Fei. His right index and middle fingers formed a sword and thrust forward like a sharp blade with sharp Qi gathered on his fingertips, aiming ...