Start of the Banquet

The sword field disappeared at the last minute. The dreadful sword wind was blowing madly, obliging the young Dragon onlookers to retreat. They had been watching the fight without batting an eye. Now, however, through the sword wind, they saw that Ao Xu was bleeding and heavily injured. Lu Ping was heavily injured too, but he was obviously stronger than Ao Xu.

"Damn it!" Ao Xu's facial expression was hideous. He was giving off a domineering energy. His clothes were being torn apart. Dragon scales started to show up on his arms. This Golden Dragon had lost his senses. He was reverting to his original look to continue fighting. But his companions hurried over to stop him.

"The result has already been established. This is not necessary."

Gritting his teeth, Ao Xu was reluctant to admit his defeat.