Two vastly different women stared at each other, sparks seemed to fly, and naked killing intent surged like crashing waves.
They both knew very well that whoever Gu Wen supported would survive.
Glancing at Gu Wen, they saw that his upright face wore a smile, somewhat gentle, like a spring breeze brushing past.
"You two fight, whoever survives is the real one."
His voice was calm, yet he was speaking of something extremely cruel.
Bafflement was written all over their faces; they never expected Gu Wen to make such a choice.
Have bygone blood brothers fight each other?
Am I still your brother?
Gu Wen bent down to pick up a stick, drew a circle on the ground, and with a gentle touch, a world was formed within inches.
"Enter."
Without further ado, the circle on the ground shone with spirit light, and the two were involuntarily sucked in, turning into tiny figures as small as ants.
