The moment he regained his footing, the Zuo Family's Elder Wen Xiaotian rushed to check on Zuo Siming.
He hadn't thought much of it, but one look sent a jolt of terror through him.
Zuo Siming was drenched in blood. His chest had been nearly torn open by Jiang Chen's sword strike. His internal organs were completely pulverized; the attack had almost sliced him in two.
Wen Xiaotian sucked in a sharp, cold breath.
He also realized that Zuo Siming was on the brink of death.
Blood was gushing from every orifice, and his eyes stared blankly into the distance.
He managed to force out a few broken words.
"I…"
"...won't... lose..."
And then, in the next instant, Zuo Siming took his last breath.
"Young Master…"
Wen Xiaotian cried out in alarm, his voice booming.
The entire arena fell silent.
No one could have possibly imagined such a dramatic turn of events.
Everyone had assumed that since Jiang Chen's Cultivation was lower than Zuo Siming's, he was certain to be killed.
