Seeing Lu Xingkong's strange smile, Prince Fu asked, "Why are you laughing, Grand Commandant?"
"I'm laughing at what we're doing here," Lu Xingkong said loudly.
"Then what does the Grand Commandant think we're doing here?"
"Slaughtering prodigies, that's all." Lu Xingkong rose from behind the table with a loud "Hah!" His tiger-like eyes swept over everyone as he said, "Using all sorts of methods—the situation, or the greater good—to force a once-in-a-century young prodigy of Xifeng into this state, only to kill him with a single sword. Isn't that the purpose of all of us being here?"
"Lu Xingkong, this is merely a martial contest. The outcome is difficult to predict—"
"That's what they say." Lu Xingkong cut Cui Xichen off, his smile feral. "But is there anyone on or off that platform who doesn't know what the result will be? Does anyone still believe that nonsense about the outcome being difficult to predict? All everyone is waiting for is a clean, decisive slaughter. Everyone is waiting for Li Mu Yang to have his head chopped off with a single sword. Isn't that so?"
The entire arena fell silent once more.
The truth was truly unpleasant to hear.
People who spoke the truth were truly detestable.
And today, they had encountered two of them at once.
Lu Xingkong's voice boomed like thunder as he roared, "What exactly are we doing here?"
Crash—
Wherever his authority reached, the crowd retreated one after another.
Even the Feather Army soldiers responsible for maintaining order and keeping civilians away from the heart of the battlefield were frightened by his aura. They retreated several steps in succession before finally managing to steady themselves.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
After a long while, someone finally shouted in a low voice.
"Go home! We're going home!"
"No more fighting!