(Third update)
"As a healing-type Spirit Master, I believe it is necessary to try saving contestant Feng Xiaotian. There might still be a sliver of hope."
"I think he is beyond saving. Look at his body temperature—it is dropping rapidly, the most common change in a dead person."
"However, brain death caused by a mind being unable to withstand the devastation of a spiritual-type soul skill is far too rare. It seems a little premature to draw such a hasty conclusion."
"..."
A disagreement seemed to have arisen among the healing-type Spirit Masters assigned by the Great Soul Arena to treat the contestants.
Fortunately, guided by the principle that a healer should show parental compassion, they did not neglect Feng Xiaotian's treatment. One soul skill after another was continuously cast upon him.
Unfortunately, just as if they were facing a truly dead person, none of the healing-type Spirit Masters' soul skills could save Feng Xiaotian's young life.
Seeing this, a glint flashed through the Shadow Guard's eyes. Without disturbing anyone, he silently left the scene once more.
From beginning to end, aside from Yang Ming sensing that an extra person had appeared through his Divine Sense, no one noticed that this Shadow Guard had ever come.
The Shadow Guard silently returned to the VIP seating area, stood behind Xue Ye, and leaned close to his ear to report in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, Feng Xiaotian suffered damage from a spiritual-type soul skill, resulting in brain death. It has now been thoroughly confirmed that he is dead."
"I understand."
Xue Ye's response was very indifferent, perhaps overly cold. Yet from his secretly clenched fist, one could tell that he was not as unconcerned as he appeared.
Looking down from above, Xue Ye cast a pitying glance at Yang Ming on