"Are you sick of living or what?"
Feng Xue, who had defeated the Guardian of the 61st floor in just three moves, pushed open the big door and immediately heard an angry shout.
Feng Xue paused for a moment, then quickly gathered himself and thought, "So there's no rule against fighting above the sixtieth floor?" But when he turned to look, he saw about a dozen people gathered in a small circle, seemingly watching something interesting.
Feng Xue frowned and curiously moved closer, seeing a young man piloting a chariot single-handedly on the table, waving a long spear gloriously. Under the wheels lay a splendidly dressed woman, bleeding from all seven orifices.
However...
"I told you not to rely on XP cards. Dueling talks with Power, don't you get it?"
