The hall fell deathly silent.
Li Yun's "Is that it?" struck like a thunderclap beside everyone's ears.
The Martial Kings' faces shifted between pale and flushed. Their eyes burned with humiliation, yet none dared argue.
It wasn't that they didn't want to. They didn't dare.
Seven or eight of them had tested him together without even gauging the depths of his strength. What right did they have to challenge him?
Xiong Batian's face reddened. His lips trembled a few times, but in the end, he said nothing.
He had cultivated for decades and ruled the Northern Lands like a king. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
But when he had used his Martial King Will to test Li Yun, it had felt as though his will had struck a towering mountain ten thousand feet high, without knocking loose so much as a speck of dust.
It was far too strange.
Until he had greater confidence, he had no desire to clash with Li Yun now.
"Enough."
Wu Huang spoke then. His voice was quiet, but it carried authority that brooked no dispute.
His gaze swept over the Martial Kings. His tone was calm, yet held a trace of chill. "You were all invited to take part in the internal trial. It hasn't even begun. If you want to compete, why rush?"
He had given the Martial Kings a way to save face.
Xiong Batian was the first to stand. He cupped his fists and said, "Deputy Platform Master, I'm not feeling well, so I'll take my leave. I'll return on the day of the internal trial."
The other Martial Kings could no longer sit still either.
They had meant to test Li Yun, but had learned nothing and lost face instead. If they stayed, who knew whether they would