Yang Su looked at this person who looked nothing like Li Shen with confusion.
“No, but you-”
Yang Su went to say but among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted out in shock.
“Dai Hee?!”
The masked person instinctively turned his head in the direction of this shout. When he saw who it was, his face paled. The person was a young man wearing a silver coat, a signature sign of the Solitary Sword Sect.
“You-You didn’t die?”
This male disciple asked dumbfounded, but then his face slowly morphed into a savage expression.
“If you didn’t die then why didn’t you come back to the Young Master?”
Dai Hee gritted his teeth and he didn’t answer this disciple, instead, he turned and rush off the stage.
“Where do you think you're going?!”
That disciple barked and immediately followed in pursuit.
‘Damn it, how did this happen?’
Some distance away from the battle arena, Dai Hee was still being chased by that disciple.