No one understood better than Meng Yao what he had gone through.
Ghost Mask's strength far exceeded everyone's imagination.
Faced with Meng Yao's disbelief, Ghost Mask merely smiled without saying a word.
That utterly disdainful gaze was as different from his earlier attitude as heaven and earth.
To be honest!!
Had his opponent not been defeated, Ghost Mask might have held some expectations.
But now?
He had completely lost interest in Meng Yao.
That disdain made Meng Yao feel extremely uncomfortable.
Damn it!!
Even if he was deeply displeased, what could he do?
The formidable strength Ghost Mask had displayed... was simply not something he could contend against...
A loss was a loss. Though unwilling to accept it, he had no choice.
Yanhuang Enforcement took a moment to react, then could not help praising them.
"Wonderful... truly wonderful..."
"Good!"
"In the second match, Ghost Mask of the Incense Burning Realm advances to the Divine Son competition, while Meng Yao of the Crimson Blood Divine Hall enters the revival round."
As the result was announced, Ghost Mask lifted his foot and walked down from the arena.
Only long after Ghost Mask had left the arena did the crowd finally come to their senses.
Huff!!
They drew a deep breath. As they watched Ghost Mask's retreating figure, their eyes were filled with profound reverence...
At the same time!
The Hall Master of Crimson Blood moved and appeared on the arena. "Meng Yao, how are you?"
"Mas... Master... I... I'm fine..."
Meng Yao spoke so weakly, yet his gaze remained fixed on Ghost Mask.
To be honest!!
What had just happened... felt like a dream to him...
He truly did not want to believe it.
The Hall Master of Crimson Blood naturally saw Meng Yao's abnormal state and even knew what he was