Seated upright on the bed, Chu Ming first took out the Memory Compass of a Guiyuan Realm First Layer Swordsman.
His spiritual sense sank into it, and Chu Ming's perception darkened. By the time he reacted, he was already standing on a spacious arena.
Chu Ming glanced to both sides and saw two black-clad Demon Dao Martial Artists standing on either side of the platform. The scene was exactly the same as what Chu Ming had observed in the arena, immersing him completely.
On the left was a middle-aged swordsman with a stern expression and sharp eyes like an eagle. He held a Blood Sword in his hand, which emitted a faint glow.
On the right was an unruly old man, with gray hair and black sand residue on his face. His aura was as deep as the ocean, and his fingers flexed with a sharp edge.
Boom!
