Helan Xing struggled to open his swollen eyelids, veins of blood covering them, hatred etched deep into his bones.
But right now, his lips were trembling and he didn't dare utter a single word!
Ranked third among the top ten Blood Guards, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Yet he didn't even dare fart!
The hatred in his heart for Xu Yang had reached an indescribable level.
Among the crowd, Surihan's face was pale as death, his legs weak.
Not even in his wildest dreams did he expect to witness such an earth-shattering scene.
He kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, scared out of his wits!
Scared the hell out of me!
From now on, even if I'm beaten to death, I won't provoke this guy.
But just how the hell did he manipulate the four masters?
No matter how much he wracked his brain, he couldn't figure it out!
What was supposed to be a fight to the death ended up becoming a joke where no one dared make a sound!
