Jiang Mingxiao's gaze was fixed on the battle arena. In his heart, he kept praying that the Sect Grand Elder would win, or at least that he would not lose too badly and would have enough strength to protect them. Otherwise, being in the forbidden land, where could he escape to? Deep into the forbidden land? What difference would that make?

Not only were the people of the Jiang Clan panicking, but the people from the other three Aristocratic Families were panicking as well. Although the Wang Clan only had a vendetta against the Jiang Clan, they were unsure of Mo Wen's attitude towards them. If he also saw them as enemies, then they would most likely not have a pleasant end.

"Old thing, since I've drawn you out, then don't even think about leaving alive." Mo Wen took one step forward, and his silhouette traversed a distance of dozens of meters in a flash, appearing in front of Jiang Quanfu in the blink of an eye. Jiang Quanfu was now injured, and he had expended more than half of his e