"Huh? I finally fought my way to third place, and then some backdoor case suddenly popped up and wants us to challenge him?"
"Exactly! We worked our asses off to reach the top ten. What right does he have to make us challenge him? Does he really think he's that strong?"
"Hey, kid, you didn't get in through some backstage connection, did you? If that's true, this game's reputation is going straight down the gutter."
Third eyed Jiang Yan mockingly, yet he could not sense anything unusual about him.
Jiang Yan walked up to him, smiling at his insufferably arrogant face.
"What are you looking at? You don't like hearing it? If you've got the guts, fight me and let's see whether your strength is really worthy of making us challenge you!"
He shouted, his face full of contempt and ridicule.
The others all chimed in, believing Jiang Yan had no right to make them challenge him.
Only Crown Prince Qiuyu looked grave as he silently took a step back.
In his perception, the storm brewing within Jiang Yan's mind was still continuing.
Damn it, what exactly is he brewing?
Crown Prince Qiuyu gritted his teeth, harboring countless suspicions toward Jiang Yan's act of splitting his Spiritual Power.
In the end, he reached a terrifying conclusion: Was Jiang Yan planning to destroy this place?
The more unknown something was, the more terrifying it became—especially when only one person knew of the danger while everyone else remained oblivious. That feeling placed immense pressure on him.
Before everyone's eyes, Jiang Yan slowly raised a finger.
Third looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
The Live Stream Room and the spectators on-site were equally confused. Even Miss Hua, who was commentating on the broadcast, could not understand him.
"What is he going to do?"