Those people seemed as though an invisible force had choked their necks; they didn't dare utter another word.
Shen Ye didn't make a move either.
— The others were too many in number, and their strength was not weak.
Intimidating them into silence was enough; there was no need to drive them into desperation.
"Rosalia, let's go."
Shen Ye lowered his hands, turned around, and walked towards the Battle Beast Arena.
All remained deathly still.
Not until he had taken Rosalia back to the great doors of the Battle Beast Arena and disappeared down the corridor—
No one dared to make a move.
…
On the corridor.
The Black Flame Skeleton and a servant were waiting for Shen Ye.
The servant held a platter.
On the platter was a severed head.
The face of the head was frozen in a fierce expression—
— Even in death, it was defiant.
"Please have a look."
The Black Flame Skeleton said.
Shen Ye stepped forward to collect the head into his ring, smiling as he said: