Hua Yifeng's body immediately shuddered. He knew his second uncle wasn't joking. Even if Hua Muchen won the fourth match, he'd still be skinned alive when he got back. Now, as he looked at Lu Xiaotian in the projection stone's image, Hua Yifeng's eyes brimmed with venom and boundless regret. He even hated He Wenyu. The only person he didn't blame was himself, having completely forgotten how pleased he'd been when he'd won those thousands of low-grade spirit crystals.
"Senior, he's here." Given how serious the situation was, Wu Jihai had gone to greet Hua Muchen in person.
"Second Uncle, I already know what happened. Leave this man to me." The newcomer wore white robes that fluttered in the wind, and an almost imperceptible chill radiated from him. Even Wu Jihai and the others, despite being in the late stage of Spirit Transformation, couldn't help shivering and instinctively moved farther away from Hua Muchen.
"Good. The Illusion-Breaking Stone is ready. Muchen, hurry and watch the footage of Lu Xiaotian's previous matches," Hua Yue said.
"I can kill him without the Illusion-Breaking Stone." Hua Muchen shook his head.
"It's good that Nephew Muchen is confident. But I'd also like to ask: if you lose the fourth match, will the losses be borne by your Hua Household, or by the entire arena?" A sinister voice rang out. In the blink of an eye, a white-haired old woman entered through the doorway they'd just used.
"Grandmother!" Chen Hongqian's eyes lit up when she saw her, and she hurried over to greet her.
"So the vice hall master has arrived." Hua Yue narrowed his eyes. Wu Jihai and the others all bowed to the old woman.
"This matter was caused by your Hua Household's people, and I know how it began and unfolded. Ordinarily,