When Ling Yun's remark, "Grandfather coached him too," carried across the arena, Huyan Zhen's face darkened on the spot. As the dignified sect master of the Elephant Armor Sect, he had secretly fed his grandson advice from the VIP seats, only for a junior to expose him in public. There was no flattering way to tell that story.
Yet he couldn't lose his temper. He could only sit back down and stare fixedly at the arena. Huyan Li, who had been so infuriated by Ling Yun that he chased him all over the place, finally came to his senses. He pointed at Ning Rongrong. "Forget Ling Yun. Take out that support first!"
The remaining Elephant Armor members immediately turned and pressed toward Ning Rongrong. Seeing several mountains of flesh charging at her, Ning Rongrong's face darkened. "Who did I offend? Why are they coming after me again?"
Ma Hongjun cursed as he ran back. "Who told you to make that pagoda shine like a lantern? They couldn't pretend not to see it if they tried." Ning Rongrong nearly kicked him. "You damn fatty, quit talking and stop them!"
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had already coiled around them, but the Elephant Armor members had learned their lesson this time. Huyan Li led the charge, two others focused on tearing the grass off him, and the rest lowered their heads and shoved forward. They would rather take a few blasts of Ma Hongjun's fire head-on than stop.
Tang San changed positions several times, but at most he could only slow them down. Especially after the Soul Bone on Huyan Li's head lit up, he was practically a maddened wild elephant. Every layer of Blue Silver Grass that wrapped around him was another layer he tore apart.
Ning Rongrong was forced to