"Is that Mo Tong, young master of the Mo Branch? Didn't they say that members of the main branch were not allowed to participate in the Son of the Continent Tournament?"
"Shh! Keep it down! There was never any explicit rule like that within the clan; it was merely an unwritten custom. So, Young Master Mo Tong's participation does not count as breaking the rules. Besides, do rules even matter to these main branch prodigies?"
"Ahem, thanks, brother."
Outside, only a single Spiritual Energy light screen remained active in the Upper Earthly Sovereign battlefield, immediately drawing the audience's attention.
Even the three Heavenly Sovereign elders, who had been sitting silently in the seats of honor, turned their gazes over. After all, he was the young master of the main branch. If anything happened to him under their watch, they would not escape responsibility.
"Then let me warn you once as well. Get lost before I truly lose my temper. You should be grateful you were born into the Budu Ancient Clan."
Xiao Yan cast Mo Tong an indifferent glance.
"Good, good, good. You ignorant fool, today this young master will send you to your grave!"
Mo Tong laughed in fury. With one step, he vanished from where he stood.
Mo Tong had thought himself arrogant enough, yet today he had encountered a brat even more arrogant than himself. It was truly the greatest humiliation of his life. Unless he killed Xiao Yan, he would never dispel the hatred in his heart.
Buzz!
The next instant, a ghostlike figure silently appeared behind Xiao Yan and smashed down with a fierce punch.
Giant Spirit Heaven-Shaking Hand!
As the punch flew out, the fist rapidly expanded, like the fist of a colossal spirit god crushing through space as it thundered toward Xiao Yan's