Wu Yu!

The words coming out of Shen Xingyao's mouth were a slap in the face to the sword cultivators who had been passing a pleasant and idyllic day.

In that instant, everyone who was preparing to leave halted, staring at Shen Xingyao in shock. Many smiles were frozen.

Of course, the biggest reaction still came from the Sword Sages and Beishan Mo.

They turned violently, staring at Shen Xingyao with such hatred that it was as if Shen Xingyao were Wu Yu.

A deathly hush fell on the entire Mortal Arena instantly.

Eyes widened and turned in Shen Xingyao's direction. Countless gazes were trained on his person right now, many with a hint of menace in them. Because Shen Xingyao's words had not been very palatable.

However, even so, Shen Xingyao would not be intimidated by this level of pressure. He continued with even calm, "Let me tell everyone the truth. Wu Yu is not dead. Evidently, what leaked out before was nothing but fabrication. As for why he is not here today, I shall just read out his message to me verbatim."

He paused and then continued before the virulent and menacing glares, "It reads: Senior, due to some...