"Does anyone else from the Zenith Sword Sect dare to challenge me?"
Marshall Morgan looked towards the area where the Zenith Sword Sect was located.
However, the disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect were silent. It was a joke; even Milo Adler had lost. Among them, there were a few in the Great Martial Master Eighth Realm, but none as strong as Milo. Going up would be courting death.
"Damn it, just wait for the genius on our Silver List to come here. Then we'll see how you die!"
The disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect were gloomy, silently raging in their hearts.
Marshall Morgan sneered, then scanned the entire arena, but no one stepped forward to fight.
"Skylark, in that case, we at the Aethelgard Arena will send someone to fight."
The referee spoke up.
Marshall nodded. After a moment, a young man, full of evil qi, stepped onto the stage.
However, this person was not as strong as Milo Adler. After only a few moves, he was defeated by Marshall Morgan.
Four consecutive wins!
