C183 Concealment

Chiang Jin perched atop the remnants of a wall, soothing the tumultuous spiritual energy within him. His Broken Sword, pulsing faintly with a red glow in sync with his breaths, went unnoticed by Chiang Jin, who was wholly engrossed in preparing for the next trial.

Before his spiritual energy had fully replenished, the dueling arena began to shift. Corpses vanished from the ground