"It was you!"
"You're courting death!"
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was about to choose someone and devour them.
"I'll kill you!"
As his icy spiritual power erupted, Zhao Wuya stepped forward.
Cold Qi condensed into a palm, and the temperature around them plunged.
On the ground, white frost instantly crystallized...
Jiang Fan stood where he was, utterly unmoving.
Just as the palm was about to slam into Jiang Fan's forehead, a dignified voice suddenly rang out.
"Silence!"
The voice was like a great bell, instantly drowning out all the noise in the arena and freezing Zhao Wuya's hand in midair.
"The Sect Grand Competition is about to begin!"
"This is the Falling Cloud Sect's territory. I'm here representing my sect to observe the event. I can't make a move, or the Falling Cloud Sect will probably seize me on the spot. Even if the elders of my sect step in, there'll be no room left to maneuver!"
"This Duan Gang destroyed my family, but I don't have any concrete evidence. I can't accuse him!"
"If I want revenge, I'll need to think of another way!"
"At the very least, I have to wait until after the Falling Cloud Sect's Sect Grand Competition!"
Zhao Wuya forced himself to calm down.
"Hmph!"
"I'll remember this!"
"I hope you can keep being this arrogant!"
After saying that, he pulled Liu Yu'er over and turned to leave.
After walking a few steps, he looked back again.
"And you'd better pray during the Sect Grand Competition later. Pray that you can enter the inner sect!"
"Otherwise..."
"Once the competition ends, no one will be able to protect you!"
Zhao Wuya left.
Jiang Fan shook his head and turned his gaze back to the Martial Arts Arena.
At the center of the