The Loser Who Lost to Ye Wushuang!

Outside Border Dragon City, on a moat five kilometers away, nearly a hundred figures had gathered at the moment. These people had all come to participate in the Xiao clan's birthday celebration. However, they were all gathered together at this moment.

In this place, blood radiance rushed into the heavens. Blood rain and dead bodies continuously poured down, as if a vast ocean was surging. Half of the moat's water was dyed red.

Everyone stared at the figure in the center of the moat as their hearts churned.

"Who is this person?"

"From the way he killed so decisively, so domineeringly, and even so lawlessly, he's definitely not from the three sects and four groups. Could he be from the Corpse Sect or the Witchcraft Sect?"

"Within half an hour, more than ten geniuses from the various sects in Kunlun Ruins have been killed by this person. These sects are going crazy. It's not easy to groom a genius!"