Whoosh—!
Another figure descended almost at the same instant, steadily blocking Chen Yanwu's front.
The newcomer wore a blue robe, his face dignified. It was none other than the Chen Clan's Grand Elder—Chen Hong!
With a light flick of his sleeve, a gentle yet sharply edged aura spread out, precisely dissolving most of the pressure bearing down on Chen Yanwu and Yue Qingsi.
Then level-96 pressure erupted with a boom, not only cutting off the oppression carried in Tang Yue's gaze, but also crashing head-on into Tang Yue's violent aura.
The two invisible presences slammed fiercely into each other at the center of the arena. The air let out a deep blast, waves of force exploded outward with a low rumble, and the stone slabs of the stage cracked inch by inch.
Immediately afterward, Xuan Qingya's figure also drifted lightly down beside Yue Qingsi. Moonlight Splendor flowed, her sleeves brushed gently, and she precisely neutralized the scattered aftershocks of that aura.
Three Titled Douluo-level existences crushed and collided against one another with invisible pressure, plunging the entire arena into deathly silence. Even breathing became difficult.
Of course, it was only aura, without even a trace of Soul Power.
Tang Yue's old face was livid, and a heavy cold snort rumbled from his throat. "Hmph! Old Hong, Fairy Xuan, my Tang Clan isn't so shameless that we can't afford to lose a single match!"
He hadn't gone mad enough to do something that would damage the Clear Sky Sect's reputation in front of over a dozen Titled Douluo and more than a hundred thousand spectators.
Chen Hong grumbled inwardly, *Can afford to lose? Then you couldn't even wait for the protective barrier to end naturally and the referee to announce the process? You directly smashed the barrier and barged onto the