Wu Tong and Wu Ye stared at each other in dismay. The former's cursing subsided slightly, but Wu Ye was still shouting furiously.
Evidently, Wu Tong was somewhat tempted.
But Wu Ye's precious little daughter was being threatened by Wu Caicai. How could he possibly tolerate that?
Lu Chao, however, seemed to pay no mind to the changes and voices around him. He suddenly turned around again.
Lu Chao looked toward the Blood Stele in the center of the arena and spoke softly. "Patricide to steal a talisman? I said it two days ago—for this tournament, I will make sure the only name left on the Blood Stele is yours: Lu Dingtian!"
As his words fell, Lu Chao blurred into motion, closing in on the Blood Stele… CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
He drew his sword and scraped away the names, one by one.
