“The round is over. The Tang Sect wins!” announced Zheng Zhan.

With his announcement, the protective barrier over the arena disappeared. Wang Dong’er felt that something was amiss. While this opponent did make quite a lot of trouble for her, she was not a bloodthirsty person, and she did not plan on killing her opponent. However, her opponent died just like that. Can it be because he sucked my blood?

Just as she was pondering this question, there was a sudden sharp scream. A shadow dashed onto the arena like a bolt of black lightning. A black light flashed, and almost instantly the shadow was in front of Wang Dong’er. A long white hand suddenly appeared, and five thirty-centimeter long dark gold claws shot out as they came slashing down toward Wang Dong’er’s head.

With her previous lesson in mind, Wang Dong’er had become far more guarded against her opponents, especially since she had just killed someone. Hence, she did not panic in the face of this sudden attack. With her Ghost...