Once both teams had settled on their lineup.
Chief Referee Huang Jinxu immediately called the combatants onto the stage.
When he saw the Sun Moon Team's chosen fighters.
Yan Shaozhe, who had just confidently insisted that Chen Mo would not compete, widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "How is that possible? The Sun Moon Team actually sent out a three-ring Soul Elder?"
Bei Bei looked worried. "This is bad. Yuhao's martial soul is completely suppressed by his opponent."
"Tch, if we'd known, they should've just sent me out."
Dai Huabin's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Wang Dong was already a little gloomy because she had not been allowed to compete.
But when she heard someone taking a jab at her best friend.
She immediately shot back, "Easy to talk when you're not the one doing the work. Without Zhu Lu, you'd probably get knocked off the stage in three seconds."
"What did you say?"
"Only a deaf person wouldn't have heard me."
Seeing the two ready to come to blows over a few words.
Yan Shaozhe sternly rebuked them, "Enough! I can overlook your squabbling on ordinary days, but look at where we are! Both of you, behave!"
After that dressing-down.
Wang Dong and Dai Huabin each moved to opposite sides and stopped talking.
On the raised platform.
A minister, hoping to flatter the emperor.
Bowed to Xu Jiawei. "Your Majesty, this tournament has truly been the most spectacular in recent years."
"..."
Xu Jiawei stared at the minister with a dark expression.
The most spectacular?
It certainly had been spectacular enough.
Especially Shrek's string of baffling antics: cheating, poaching people, shady dealings, and so on.
But the crux of the matter was.
Their Star Luo Empire had gained absolutely nothing from this tournament.
Not only had they spent