Everyone looked at Zhang Heng, who had already left the Martial Arts Stage.
"Damn! He got sent down just like that?"
"This shows just how much Ye Tianyi looks down on a seventh-level Seven Souls Realm cultivator. But judging from the facts, a seventh-level Seven Souls Realm cultivator really doesn't seem to be Ye Tianyi's match. Ye Tianyi's spatial ability can deal with a seventh-level Seven Souls Realm cultivator. If he simply drags things out, even a seventh-level Seven Souls Realm cultivator won't be able to beat him!"
"True God Realm. Looks like we really have to send out someone from the True God Realm."
"..."
Zhang Heng stood on the ground, clenching his fists before pointing at Ye Tianyi.
"Ye Tianyi, are you that afraid of me?"
Jiang Hao and the others shook their heads helplessly.
Even outsiders like them could tell that Zhang Heng had no chance of winning unless he had some particularly powerful trump card.
"Do you think you can beat me?"
Ye Tianyi stood on the stage and spoke calmly.
"This Young Master can't beat you! But This Young Master still needs to save face. If I don't point at you and say a few things, wouldn't This Young Master lose all his face?"
Zhang Heng said.
"Pfft—"
Hearing that, everyone could not help but burst into laughter.
Zhang Heng was stunned.
What the hell?
What Situation?
Why had his inner thoughts come out?
"Then what are you still talking for? Step down and let someone from the True God Realm come up."
Zhang Heng clenched his fists with crackling sounds before stepping aside.
"What To Do? Are we really going to send out someone from the True God Realm?"
The reclusive geniuses exchanged glances.
"It's not like we can refrain from sending anyone out,