Liu Canglan's abrupt words instantly made everyone's hearts leap into their throats!
Everyone stared in stunned disbelief.
No one understood why Liu Canglan had suddenly launched an attack and framed someone when the overall situation had already been decided.
On the arena, Wang Yuan paused slightly at the words, a strange expression appearing on his face.
Although he possessed the Myriad Poisons Body?
But the Holy Son of the Myriad Poisons Sect? Plotting against Cloud Province?
He could neither laugh nor cry inwardly.
He had merely chanced upon a few poison arts during his cultivation journey, using them to catch enemies off guard, break their defenses, and temper his body.
Since when had he somehow been saddled with the enormous title of Holy Son of the Myriad Poisons Sect in Myriad Province?
And he was supposedly plotting against Cloud Province across provincial borders?
It was utterly absurd!
Before Wang Yuan could defend himself.
Situ Lie's gaze on the high platform instantly turned icy.
He took a step forward and stood before the arena. The mighty, domineering pressure of Organ Tempering surged around him as he sneered.
"Liu Canglan!"
"The Martial Gathering has ended. The gathered heroes have fairly conceded, and Wang Yuan won the championship through an open and honorable crushing victory."
"You keep calling him an evil cultivator and a Holy Son of an evil sect, framing my sect's disciple. Where is your evidence?"
Situ Lie refused to yield an inch, still fiercely protecting his own.
Anyone present could criticize Wang Yuan, but Liu Canglan, who had suffered repeated setbacks and harbored personal resentment, had no such right.
Faced with Situ Lie's forceful questioning.
Liu Canglan had long been prepared. A vicious glint flashed through his eyes as he abruptly raised a hand.
Rip!
He tore open the front