"Whoa!!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
"His Majesty is mighty!"
"What kind of trash God King gets crippled with a single kick in front of our Majesty?"
"Hahaha!!!"
For a moment, the entire Spirit Hall erupted in cheers. The commoners in Spirit City could not see clearly, but upon hearing what had happened, they began shouting as well.
"His Majesty is mighty!"
"Cripple that ungrateful wretch!"
"What fucking God King? Showing off in front of our Majesty—do you even have the strength for that?"
"A God King? Even if we gave you the chance, you'd still be useless!"
Xue Beng's face filled with anxiety as he shouted:
"Stop!"
"Su Chen, release my teacher at once! We represent the two great empires and came to attend the opening ceremony of your Spirit Hall Empire."
"Even if we are about to become enemies, one does not kill an envoy in battle. Does your Spirit Hall Empire not even possess this much decency?"
Upon hearing this, Su Chen looked at Xue Beng and calmly replied, "That's not right. You said you were guests—fine!"
"I don't believe I targeted any of you. Tang San lost a bet to me of his own accord. I told him to kneel. What do you think is wrong with that?"
"This..."
Xue Beng was momentarily speechless. Under normal circumstances, that was indeed how it should be, but the current situation was anything but normal. Tang San had lost the bet, yet he was unwilling to accept the outcome.
That meant there was nothing wrong with Su Chen taking action.
Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang understood this as well and hurriedly said:
"Xiao San, quickly honor the bet!"
"We are envoys of the two great empires now. With so many people watching, let's see whether the Spirit Hall Empire still