"Not counted!"
The Palace Lord of the Demon Palace answered lightly.
Although the Palace Lord of the Demon Palace also felt that even if Meng Qinxian won by relying on such methods, it would hardly be an honorable victory.
But the Overturning Heavens Sect and Meng Qinxian had indeed not broken the rules. Everything they had used had been within the bounds of the regulations.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lingyang, the Zhao Family Head of the Seventh Divine Hall, could only force down the fury filling his chest and sit back down. All he could hope for now was that Zhao Yuanchen would seize an opportunity and break out of his predicament.
But in Zhao Lingyang's eyes, it was obvious that the Overturning Heavens Sect had come prepared. The "cage" specially prepared for Zhao Yuanchen would definitely not be easy to break through.
Standing inside the cage formed from golden characters, Zhao Yuanchen did not hurry to attack again. Instead, he said to Meng Qinxian:
"Meng, what need is there for this?"
"You and I can fight fair and square. It's not as if you're certain to lose to me, nor am I certain to win!"
"Undo the cage, and we'll fight again!"
Seeing that Meng Qinxian could no longer escape the situation of "ruining his reputation," he immediately let out a helpless sigh and said:
"Brother Zhao, admit defeat."
Seeing this, Zhao Yuanchen realized that Meng Qinxian seemed determined not to disperse the formation, and a trace of anger rose in his heart.
Zhao Yuanchen glared at Meng Qinxian and roared at the top of his lungs, "Meng Qinxian, do you truly think this formation can restrain me?"
"Keep dreaming!"
The instant his words fell, Zhao Yuanchen roused every ounce of strength in his body and launched a furious