In the Presence of the Sect Leader

"Wu Yang."

Zhao Luo screamed while his knees were still touching the ring platform.

In front of him, Wu Yang was standing as his purple robe was being colored red by his blood.

'Ba-dump.'

Zhao Luo could feel a sting in his heart as he saw the condition of Wu Yang.

'Cough.'

Wi Yang coughed as more blood came out of his mouth.

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Luo got up and rushed towards him as his condition looked more serious.

'Tap.'

But before Zhao Luo could reach Wu Yang, he stopped mid-way as Wu Yang had his palm facing Zhao Luo, gesturing him to not come any closer.

'ZzzzeeE.'

Wu Yang rubbed his face with the arm of his robe to wipe away the bloodstains around his mouth.

"I am okay."

"Come."