In the blink of an eye, every cultivator in the formation wore one of only two expressions: shock or grim resolve.
Even the trial disciples who had always seemed relaxed, and the peerless geniuses who had placed in the top ten, had schooled their expressions.
Xu Yi openly took the broken Blazing Sword that Zhan Dongfeng had left behind and called out, "Brother Pang Qingyun, stop hiding and come out to fight. Neither you nor I are fools, and everyone watching can see what's going on without saying it aloud. I thank you for going to such lengths to set this stage for me. Since a fight is inevitable, what are you still waiting for, Brother Pang? Don't tell me you're planning to unleash more trash talk like Brother Zhan's—the kind that never loses an argument but almost never wins a fight—and take me on in a gauntlet?"
"It's over."
Uncle Yin, hidden in the crowd of spectators, let out a sigh.
He truly hadn't expected Xu Yi's tongue to be so poisonous. Knowing Pang Qingyun as he did, the man had almost no chance of withstanding this barrage.
Sure enough, even from a great distance, Uncle Yin could see Pang Qingyun's veins throbbing across his face. The next moment, Pang Qingyun pushed through the crowd and roared, "Xu! You've been hiding with your tail between your legs all this time. Today, you finally decided to show your face. If you want to fight, then fight!"
Uncle Yin clenched both fists, wishing he could rush over and cover Pang Qingyun's mouth.
An outsider could see it clearly: the deadliest blow in Xu Yi's words was his accusation that everything today had been planned, carefully arranged by the Pang Family.
The most exasperating part was that Pang Qingyun hadn't denied it.