Cui Chonghe, a genius blessed by the heavens, gentle as jade. But what do we see now, is it still him?
His white robe is tattered, hair disheveled, body covered in dirt and blood; the so-called elegance and handsomeness are gone without a trace, and most importantly, he is being stepped on the ground.
Where is his transcendent grace and clear charisma? He was counter-attacked by someone from a lower realm, knocked down from the sky, and pierced by a blade.
The Cui Family Master moved instantly, intervening in the field, his figure ghost-like as he rushed forward.
The Old Grandmaster, Yu Gen Sheng, took action, always prepared, dissipating like a wisp of smoke, remanifesting in the arena to intercept the opponent.
With a bang, the Cui Family Master was blocked, his body abruptly stopping, then staggering back.
His face was icy, unable to afford any delay, as a bloody upheaval was occurring in the arena, no outsider should block the way.
