“I’m done for!” Qiao Heng exclaimed in despair.

Just then, however, a voice called out from off to the side. “What you lookin’ at?”

The thin and slender sword paused for a moment. Its wielder, the Dark Elf in the shadows, turned around and replied, “I’m looking at you, shithead!” Even as he spoke, he was completely stupefied. He was usually a silent person, so why would he have been distracted at such a critical moment?

Qiao Feng finally had the breather he needed and quickly widened the distance between them.

Meanwhile, the princes and princesses of the other races noticed what was happening. They all cursed, “Duan Tiande, do you not see what kind of situation we’re in? It’s one thing if you don’t want to help, but you’re being a hindrance!”

The Dark Elf saw that Qiao Heng had already retreated into the distance and was on guard. He knew there was no chance of killing the Elf again today, and that he had also drawn the dissatisfaction of everyone present....