Seeing Li Xi besieged by public opinion, Wei Zhouchen's lips curled into an imperceptible smile.
Trying to take the Sacred Blood? Not a chance.
"Steward Li, since you have nothing to say, then have Jiang Ping An return the Sacred Blood and hold the Sacred Blood Competition again." His voice carried a trace of smugness.
Li Xi moved, flying out of the private box and landing lightly in the center of the arena, facing Wei Zhouchen from afar.
Her gaze was calm and unruffled, her voice as cool as ever:
"On what grounds do you say this match does not count?"
"Can't you understand human speech?"
Wei Zhouchen raised his voice. "Then this steward will say it one more time!"
"This Jiang Ping An is an outsider you borrowed from some unknown tribe, not a member of our Sacred Blood Tribe! Letting him obtain the Sacred Blood is extremely unfair to the factions that painstakingly nurtured their younger generation. In the long run, it is even more detrimental to the tribe's healthy competition and development!"
Standing on the moral high ground, he rejected the result of the contest.
Whatever his true thoughts might have been, at least his stated reason sounded lofty and dignified, making it difficult to refute.
Hearing this, Li Xi did not immediately argue back. Instead, her beautiful eyes turned toward Jiang Ping An in the center of the arena.
With a light wave of her jade-like hand, a gentle force enveloped Jiang Ping An and brought him before her.
Wei Zhouchen and the experts from the other factions tensed. Could it be that Li Xi, humiliated into fury, was going to forcibly take away the Sacred Blood?
However, what happened next caught everyone completely off guard.
Just as Jiang Ping An flew before Li Xi, she