Luo Qingcheng arched her brows, and with a swish, drew out the newly repaired Red Blood Whip.
The bright red whip gleamed in the sunlight, looking like it was burning with fire.
The noisy crowd immediately quieted down.
Luo Qingcheng stepped forward, taking a defensive stance—her posture graceful, but hiding a deep, powerful force.
“If anyone’s not satisfied, come up and spar with me,” Luo Qingcheng said.
“You lackey of the Demonic Sect! You’re not qualified to compete for Martial Arts Alliance Leader!” a young disciple shouted excitedly.
“The Demonic Sect is long gone, so how am I a...
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