Your Highness? 

Xing Yidan was shocked when she heard how they addressed Huang Xiaolong. However, the sinister smile on her face grew even wider, and she chuckled haughtily, “Brat, who would have thought that you were someone important in the Holy Heavens? As long as I manage to kill you, my death will not be in vain!”

The blade in her hand started to buzz as the tip trembled violently.

Hiss!

Finally, the blade tore through the space and arrived behind Huang Xiaolong’s neck.

Everyone’s expressions under the arena changed drastically, especially Elder Zhang Sijin, who felt beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

However, what followed next was a strange scene. The fountain of blood that everyone was anticipating didn’t appear as the blade seemed to have...