Lei Yuan stood at the center, patiently waiting for his opponent.
He had absolute confidence—no matter who it was, he could defeat them.
Yet after waiting and waiting, the Dongting Immortal Sect disciple who should have appeared was nowhere to be seen.
Before long, the elder received word and loudly announced, "Dongting Immortal Sect disciple Li Luan has voluntarily conceded!"
"Coward! He actually chickened out without even fighting!"
"Even if he couldn't win, he shouldn't have thrown away his backbone!"
"I'm furious! Isn't this just letting the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect make a laughingstock of us?"
As soon as the result was announced, the Dongting Immortal Sect side exploded into an uproar.
Meanwhile, the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect disciples sneered one after another. "At least he knows what's good for him. He knows he's no match for Senior Brother Lei, so he spared himself the humiliation!"
Someone beside them chimed in, "After all, Senior Brother Lei is the number one core disciple. Who wouldn't have to weigh things carefully?"
Another said regretfully, "What a pity. We won't get to see Senior Brother Lei show off his skills."
Lei Yuan's expression did not ripple at all in response to this outcome.
It was both expected and only natural.
Similar things had happened far too many times already.
However, opportunities to fight Dongting Immortal Sect disciples were few. Not only did he not turn to leave, he instead raised his eyes toward the Dongting Immortal Sect disciples—especially Mo Cha—before declaring loudly, "I welcome anyone to challenge me!"
In other words, any Dongting Immortal Sect disciple could go up.
Yet those who had been raging and shouting only moments ago all shut their mouths.
They did not even dare look toward the Duel Platform, afraid Lei Yuan might notice them by accident.
Xu Changqing frowned.