C1209

Clang clang clang. Clang clang clang.

Waves of gentle and peaceful demonic zither music gradually came to an end in the middle of the Xuanyuan Arena. The figures of the experts from the Nine Prefectures swiftly retreated, the guards all following behind the azure-robed youth.

"Eh, this, how is this possible?"

"Damn! I lost! I lost! I lost to so many sects, families