"The Fist Saint is my younger brother."
The Sword God's voice was icy: "You are arranging a bloody fight between me and my brother?"
The staff rubbed their hands together and said, "This... this is the arrangement made by the owner of our blood show."
"who?"
The Sword God asked, "Luo Xi?"
The staff member was stunned for a moment: "You..."
"I've seen him."
The Sword God snorted coldly: "He's here to watch the game too?"
"Yes, Mr. Luo Xi is looking forward to your bloody fight with the Fist Saint."
The staff member said awkwardly, "Mr. Luo Xi said that whoever wins today's bloody fight will have the opportunity to be promoted to the sixth floor."
"Sixth floor?"
The Sword God showed some interest: "Top floor?"
"Yes."
The staff began to beam with joy: "That's the highest hall for all the contestants in the Blood Show. As long as you can reach the sixth floor, you will receive the greatest respect in the Blood Show!"
“Do I need floors to gain respect?”
The Sword God's cold eyes looked at the staff: "Don't you respect me now?"
“No, no, no!”
The staff member hurriedly waved his hands and opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.
This Sword God has always been difficult to communicate with.
Such a bad temper!
But at the same time, the staff did not dare to offend him.
On the one hand, it was because the Sword God was indeed very powerful. This kind of strong man was moody and might swing his sword just because he was unhappy with a word or two.
As a staff member, his death would be in vain and no one would seek justice for him.
More importantly, the Sword God is extremely popular now.
It seems that he is almost becoming the mainstay of the blood show.
They are worth much more than him.
"Okay."
The Sword God waved his hand and stood up: "Since Luo Xi wants to watch the show, I will give him a good show."
After saying that, the Sword God walked directly out of the preparation room.
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