Reinforcements for the Perilous City

Amidst a mix of astonishment and anger, Nangong Feixing felt a surge of hot blood rushing through his chest, as if it were about to burst forth from his mouth.

He clenched his teeth tightly, forcefully swallowing it down, his face turning red with suppressed frustration.

“Hmph! Let’s see who will have the last laugh! Underestimating the people of this world, how arrogant and ignorant!”

Marquis Yi, no longer displaying any signs of dejection, sneered mockingly at Nangong Feixing.

Monarch Nangong, with a cold gaze, glanced at Nangong Feixing and asked, “Is this the outcome you desired?”

Nangong Feixing, his face cold, remained silent, giving a disdainful snort before turning and leaving the VIP seat, seething with anger.

The battle in the arena was reaching its end, and the black-armored soldiers, seeing the tide turning against them, lost their fighting spirit and scattered in all directions.