"Intervene?"
Huyan Zhen smashed the treatment room's desk with a single palm strike.
"My grandson is lying there, with all eight wounds at the seams of his crystal armor, and you're telling me we still need to investigate?"
Salas sat in a leather chair. He had raised his teacup to his lips, only for wood splinters from the desk to fall into it.
He set down the teacup and looked toward Huyan Li on the bed.
A healing Soul Master was treating his wounds.
The spider lances had left behind no obvious poison, yet Huyan Li's body showed extensive Soul Power depletion, and his Head Soul Bone had temporarily lost its original amplification effect.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Arrest Tang San and cripple those eight spider legs!"
Huyan Zhen raised a hand and pointed toward the arena.
"External Soul Bones may be used, but poisoning is forbidden in the tournament. Ah Li is unconscious right now. Isn't that evidence enough?"
The healing Soul Master wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Sect Master, Huyan Li was not poisoned."
"If he wasn't poisoned, why hasn't he woken up?"
"There is only residual Man Faced Demon Spider aura around the wounds. No toxins entered his bloodstream. He fell unconscious because his Soul Power and vital energy were depleted."
Huyan Zhen grabbed the healing Soul Master by the collar and lifted him off the ground.
"Ah Li is a level forty-three Soul Ancestor, and he has a Soul Bone protecting him. His vital energy was depleted after one preliminary match?"
"This is the result of my examination."
"Useless trash!"
Huyan Zhen shoved him against the wall.
Salas tapped the armrest with his fingers.
"Enough."
Platinum Soul Power filled the treatment room. The floor tiles beneath Huyan Zhen's feet cracked, and his