Dao Yuan Rebirth: Starting Merit System

The bloody sunset covered the cliff, and the final arena battle of the Immortal Sect Competition was coming to an end. Shen Mo was half-kneeling on the bluestone platform, covering the wound on his waist with his left hand. Warm blood seeped out from between his fingers, dyeing his shabby blue disciple robe red. The sword in his right hand had been broken into two pieces, with only one third still in his hand. "Waste is waste." Across the ring, Liu Qingyu, dressed in white, looked down at him, the "Frost Flower Sword" in his hand still dripping with Shen Mo's blood. He had the right expression of regret on his face, as if he truly felt sorry for the failure of his fellow disciple. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.