Zhou Muxue stood on the arena, her face pale. Two consecutive intense battles had drained most of her spirit energy, yet she stood straight, her gaze as cold as frost.
Opposite her, Su Ming was dressed in white as snow, his long sword gleaming with a chilling light at his waist.
A cold sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Junior Sister Zhou, there is still time to admit defeat."
Chapter 91