As he spoke, Xiao Yan actually took a step forward, making as if to head toward the arena.
This scene made everyone in the viewing stands suck in a cold breath!
"Chen Fan is fighting again?!"
"Didn't he just fight?!"
"He said he's thirteenth, but his strength... If he's thirteenth, then just how terrifying must the first-ranked Wu Wushuang be?!"
"Look at Di Cang's resentful little expression. I'm dying of laughter."
Di Cang's expression became incomparably ugly at this moment.
His fists clenched until they creaked, the aura around him churning wildly, while the fury in his chest seemed ready to burst forth.
This Chen Fan truly deserved to die!
If he used his trump card against this man, then later on he might not be able to catch them off guard. He was unwilling to merely defeat a measly thirteenth place!
His goal was first place!
"You...!"
He gritted his teeth, but just as he was about to fly into a rage, Xiao Yan suddenly put away that frivolous expression.
He turned around and looked toward a certain direction in the seats. His eyes shifted, and a meaningful smile curled over his lips.
"Jiuyue."
He spoke, his voice clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
"Jiuyue?"
"Isn't that name Jiuyue, ranked fourteenth on the Heavenly Dao Ranking?"
"I previously guessed that Grass-Biting Youth was Jiuyue. Looks like I guessed wrong."
"Could it be that Jiuyue from the Human Realm is going to fight this round?"
"But that makes sense. Di Cang couldn't even defeat thirteenth-ranked Chen Fan, so Jiuyue probably can't defeat him either."
"This is killing me! Who exactly is Wu Wushuang, and how strong is he?!"
The crowd burst into discussion, all of them drawn in by the name Xiao Yan had called out.
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