No Challengers from the Skymoon Country?
Biên tập viên: Transn
The Black Scale Army representative who stepped into the arena was a young man of about 26 years old.
He was also carrying a long saber on his back. His aura was imposing and full of thick evil air.
This was an aura that resulted from years of numerous battles and murders.
The young man was the captain of a 10-member team in the Black Scale Army with the Lv 1 Spiritual Martial Realm cultivation. He had contributed to the victory of many wars.
Judging from the fact that Yuan Zhan trusted him enough to send him for the fight, he was evidently one of the best among his peers in the army.
That youth strode into the arena and drew his saber out of its sheath without a word. With his dense killing desire, he pointed it at Liang Chuan.
"Ha! Here comes another one who wants to die!"
Liang Chuan smiled smugly. "Wonder if this expert from the Black Scale Army can survive a strike from me."
"Kill!"