Old Friend

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Not a sound could be heard in the entire Caged Battle Arena.

The gazes of everyone gathered onto the same place, the spectating area in the south.

At that place, an old man had fallen in a pool of blood, and he was completely devoid of any signs of life.

"What’s going on?" Many people didn’t see what happened clearly.

Only some of the spectators in the southern spectating area knew the sequence of events.

"Squeak squeak~" A gold colored figure slowly descended onto Duan Ling Tian’s shoulder.

It was precisely the little gold mouse!

Presently, the little gold mouse held a pocket-sized spirit sword in her hand and drop after drop of blood dropped down from above, and it was dazzling and resplendent.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

…

The crowd of people on the southern spectating area couldn’t help but gasp.

The one that attacked and killed the old man earlier was this little gold mouse?