The brilliance dissipated, and Jiang Chen floated down to the arena.
On the arena, the figures of Zheng Tianyang and the other were no longer visible, leaving only a faint bloodstain as evidence of their existence.
"Killed, killed!?"
"Whoa, really killed!?"
In another space, a group of juniors all looked with astonishment at the arena with only a slender figure on it.
In the sky, the faces of many nobles were varied.
Jiang Chen's roar just now was not heard by the juniors due to the spatial interval, but Teng Wenkang let the nobles hear his roar by transmitting sound.
"Zhao Zun's student? He's Zhao Zun's student?!"
"Whoa, if he really died here, considering that person's temperament..."
"If he's dead, that person won't care whether it's a life-and-death arena or not; some of the two great royal mansions might actually be destroyed. That person always finds a reasonable reason for killing, even if there isn't one, he can make one up!"
