Honestly, the outcome between the Profound Dao Sect and the Shangxian Sect had nothing to do with her. Compared to the victory or defeat here, she cared more about the key to her own Qingyu Gate's success.
The only one who interested her was Yang Chen.
Before Yang Chen appeared, she had nearly fallen asleep. Only now that he had stepped forward did she finally feel a trace of interest. Yes, it was theoretically impossible for someone in the Body Integration Realm to defeat someone at the Demigod Stage, but wasn't that precisely what made it interesting?
So, she would see whether her guess was right.
Whether he was a dragon or a worm would soon be revealed.
As Yang Chen stepped forward, both the Shangxian Sect and the Profound Dao Sect stirred with commotion.
Yet the nature of that commotion was entirely different.
Most of the Profound Dao Sect believed Yang Chen was only going up there to make a fool of himself, and none thought he stood any chance of winning. The Shangxian Sect, on the other hand, ground their teeth in hatred, wishing they could tear Yang Chen into ten thousand pieces. Clearly, they held no small amount of fury and resentment toward him.
After all, it was Yang Chen who had made them lose face.
"Let me go up there. I'll definitely take care of him," Ming Hao said beneath the platform, his voice brimming with hatred.
The old man named Yang Yun said coldly, "Insolent. Get back there. You've already lost to him once. Was that not enough?"
Ming Hao's face flushed red.
"Watch carefully. Your Senior Brother Xiao Xing will let this brat know that the Shangxian Sect is not to be provoked," Yang Yun said gravely.
Zhang Fu slowly added from the side,