"Wu Chang, are you sure you want to continue?"
Ye Qingchen didn't plan to deal him a fatal blow, as the old men on the stage were still watching. If he went for the kill, those Elders would certainly intervene.
Wu Chang glared furiously. "Ye Qingchen! You—"
He was both enraged and panicked.
I've been defeated by Ye Qingchen again! Even with my Martial Grand-uncle's help, I still lost. Isn't this even more humiliating? How am I supposed to face anyone in the Wuji Immortal Palace now?
Wu Chang felt both shame and rage, and it was all because of Ye Qingchen. Yet, he was utterly powerless against him.
Seeing this, Huo Mei stood up on the stage and shook his head. His voice, neither loud nor soft, echoed across the entire arena.
"I suppose the outcome is clear to everyone. For the Wuji Immortal Palace, a loss is a loss. The show is over, so you may all disperse."
