A pure white bolt of lightning traced an arc midway up in the air, slashing directly towards the mist.
Then everyone saw that the green fog, potent enough to melt a cultivator at the Refinement technique level, was scattered by the lightning force, disappearing entirely from the space.
"Courting death!!"
Seeing Liu Chen approach the giant sword in a few steps, the expressions of the people behind him turned furious. Among them, Wang Yan, who had his attack blocked, was particularly enraged, his face turning red with anger.
"Hmph. In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Seeing Liu Chen about to take the giant sword, the unwilling Wang Yan let out a strange grin. Then with a movement of his arm, a stiff silhouette appeared behind Liu Chen.
At this moment, most of the tussle in the arena had already ended. Apart from Liu Chen's situation, the other Spiritual Treasures had been claimed by the victors, who all turned their attention to the battle scene around Liu Chen.
