Meanwhile, far away in the private room, Gu Yushan suddenly stood up and coldly said, "Lü Yangyan, if you want your sister to live, you'd better lose this battle obediently!"
The voice transformed into Divine Sense and rang directly in the young man's heart on the arena.
Upon hearing the word "sister," the divine light in Lü Yangyan's eyes instantly dimmed.
"Still not acting!" Gu Yushan shouted at the woman.
The woman finally hardened her heart, and then, covered in a sinister wind and mist, she slapped a palm downward.
If this palm landed on Lü Yangyan's head, he wouldn't die but would be severely injured.
But at this moment, a soft sigh echoed in Lü Yangyan's ear.
"The True Martial Daoist House's heir falls at the hands of an insignificant Ghost Princess? If this spread, wouldn't it bring shame to your ancestors?"
With these words, Lü Yangyan's face changed dramatically, and the divine light in his eyes blazed bright.
Because these words struck his weakness.
