Arena.
The shattered half of Shen Ye's physique instantly regenerated.
He withdrew the long blade from his opponent's chest, returned it to its sheath, and cupped his hands in salute.
"Thank you for joining."
The tone was sincere and genuine.
—But no one responded.
In front of him.
The blond man stood still, his expression blank.
"Hey."
Shen Ye called out.
The blond man didn't respond.
"You tell me what was the point of this match, failing to kill me and instead losing a tentacle yourself."
Shen Ye akimbo, sighed.
At this moment.
The aura from the blond man had completely vanished, and he stood frozen, like an unfeeling puppet.
However.
In the endless void outside the arena.
Countless large dark shadows swayed back and forth, exuding overwhelming fierce flames, as if they could surge forward at any moment to annihilate Shen Ye.
"Understand, it was you who tried to kill me, so I severed one of your tentacles."
Shen Ye shouted loudly into the void.
