Swoosh!
At this moment, a sound of rushing wind suddenly erupted, followed by a figure that swept past; then a cold light flashed, a hand along with the blood-red flames fell and quickly turned into a pile of ashes.
"Ah!"
Gao Zheng's mouth let out another shrill scream, echoing throughout the vast Arena Hall, filled with pain and resentment.
However, this person was after all ranked ninth among the Outer Sect on the Mortal List, a recognized talent. Just now, he didn't have the courage to cut his own wrist with a knife, but at this point, he quickly calmed down after screaming.
When Gao Zheng turned his head to his side, he saw a familiar figure; he knew he owed this person a favor this time. Otherwise, if he had delayed any longer, he might have not even been able to save his own life.
"Guan Tong, senior brother, thank you!"