"Pfft!"
A fierce pain erupted from Lei Hua's chest, and an unusual flush surged across his horrified face.
After a moment, he could endure no longer. He violently spat out a mouthful of bright-red blood.
His body shot backward as though struck by a heavy blow. When he landed hard on the floor outside the square, the ground instantly split with countless cracks before completely collapsing.
Lei Yin slowly took a step forward and indifferently gazed at Lei Hua, whose face was deathly pale outside the arena. His calm voice echoed across the field.
"You lost..."
Lei Yin's calm voice echoed throughout the square, instantly silencing the whispers from the nearby Colosseum.
Countless gazes filled with various emotions moved back and forth between the tall, upright Lei Yin and Lei Hua, who stood outside the field with a pale face and disheveled appearance.
No one had expected the Branch Tribe to defeat the Main Branch, or an Eighth-Grade Sovereign to defeat a Ninth-Grade Sovereign!
This was undoubtedly the first dark horse to display its strength at this Ancestral Thunder Grand Competition!
The silence lasted for a moment before a clear clap suddenly rang out.
Then, like a chain reaction, thunderous applause resounded throughout the field.
Hearing the applause filling the arena, Lei Yin slowly raised his head and casually glanced toward where Lei Quan was sitting, his expression indifferent.
At that moment, Lei Quan's face was gloomy. His hands were clenched tightly around the armrests as he glared furiously at Lei Yin.
He had never imagined that the piece of trash in his eyes had actually hidden such formidable strength.
Facing the outside world's cries of surprise, Lei Yin remained indifferent and noncommittal as he slowly walked down from the platform.
"This match goes to the Purple Thunder Branch, Lei