Liu Huohuo's gratitude was of no concern to Shangguan Xian.
She looked at Xu Zimei and smiled, "You're right, in life, one seeks suffering.
Just like men say.
Feast on meat, drink heartily.
Under the peony, even death is romantic.
Life is so fleeting; live as joyfully as you can."
"Suddenly came to this realization?" Xu Zimei chuckled.
"Not quite suddenly. I used to believe violence couldn't solve problems.
But when I killed Luo Ji just now, I felt a rush; some things really require violence to resolve."
Shangguan Xian laughed, "It's your turn next.
Pojun is the Saint Heir of the Soldier Sect, formidable and not to be underestimated.
Don't mess up."
"Don't worry," Xu Zimei smiled.
"Xu Zimei versus Pojun."
The referee's shouting echoed.
Xu Zimei walked step by step towards the arena.
The venue was silent, and on the opposite side of the stage, a burly man in red robes stepped forward.
"Pojun."
He looked at Xu Zimei with eyes sharp like a sword, calmly.
