In the vast expanse of the square's center lay an enormous fighting stage.
The surface of the stage was painted with red lacquer, some areas still not dry, resembling flowing crimson blood, exuding an ominous atmosphere that sent shivers down one's spine.
Surrounding the stage were the hundreds of disciples of the San Shan Sect, standing solemnly, their silent presence exerting an oppressive force.
This was the disadvantage of fighting on foreign territory, for Martial Arts experts are sensitive in spirit. Faced with so many malicious gazes, their own skills inevitably weakened by a fraction.
Before the bloodied stage, there were a few Taishi Chairs, where Meng Tian and several renowned elders of Jianghu sat as witnesses to the event.
Luo Shanshan looked at the people of Shanyao Gang, stepped forward, and declared loudly, "The grievances of Jianghu shall be settled within Jianghu, let us settle life and death here today..."
"Cough cough!"
