"I never expected him to be so fragile. My apologies, Hall Master Wan..."
Lin Sheng's voice rang out as he smiled.
The entire central square fell deathly silent, from the surrounding seats to the crowds farther out.
Only Lin Sheng's voice echoed through the air.
"YOU-COURT-DEATH!!"
Wan Shan's face turned from livid to a terrifying purplish black. Veins bulged and writhed across his face like earthworms, and the fury in his chest threatened to burst through his skull and become tangible flames.
The Martial Corrosion Realm expert unleashed his mountainous killing intent without restraint, locking it firmly onto Lin Sheng. He raised his withered hand, deep-yellow astral energy swirling around his fingertips with heart-stopping menace. Even the air gave faint explosive cracks beneath the crushing strain.
He was absolutely certain that one strike would smash this hateful brat into a puddle of minced flesh!
Yet his hand ultimately remained suspended in midair.
He had no doubt that if he attacked, this hateful brat would finish Huo'er off first.
Lin Sheng's scarlet eyes remained calm and fathomless. He merely tilted his head slightly and looked back, his gaze so clear it sent a chill into the depths of Wan Shan's heart.
But his meaning needed no words.
Move, and he dies.
"Wan Shan, what are you doing? You dare violate the tournament rules and barge into the ring? Is this how the Heavy Peak Martial Hall conducts itself?!"
Only then did the others react. Yue Hongya became a streak of crimson light, appearing in the ring in an instant to shield Lin Sheng as she thundered out a rebuke.
Blood-red origin astral force erupted around her. It carried none of fire's scorching heat, only a weight and murderous austerity as though forged from iron and blood, crashing head-on against Wan Shan's