บท 707: 706

In the arena, two figures stood twenty feet apart.

"My friend, if you're not feeling well, I don't like an improper victory,"

Gazing at the seemingly distracted Shi Xiaole, Zhu Tang offered a gentle smile that was humble on the surface but hinted at a stronger undertone of mockery.

"Young Master Shi, previously everyone only knew the tip of the iceberg about you, even Ren Mengzhen was almost deceived by you."

These sighs echoed in his ears, plunging Shi Xiaole's heart down dejection, yet he could do nothing about it.

Murdering to silence them?

With his abilities, he might be able to achieve it unexpectedly, but what about afterwards? The Left Sect's experts lurking around wouldn't let him off the hook.

Running away?

That's even more absurd.

Shi Xiaole's face darkened, not because of being cornered, but because his best leverages had unexpectedly fallen into Ren Mengzhen's hands.