Bai Zeyu instantly grew anxious when he saw the injury on Tongtian's hand.
"What happened? Where are you hurt?"
"That fellow's heavenly fire really is rather sinister. Are you all right?"
Tongtian raised his palm. It bore faint scorch marks and was a little red. Although it did not look serious, it was already a humiliation for a Primordial Chaos Realm expert.
"I'm fine. I just didn't expect those flames to actually have a little heat to them."
"If anything, they've only piqued my interest!"
At those words, Bai Zeyu immediately grew nervous. He hurriedly cradled Tongtian's palm and carefully guided spiritual energy into it to nourish and heal it.
"We haven't even entered the Arena world yet. What's the point of fighting out here?"
"When the time comes, don't hold back. Defeat every last one of these fellows for me. Not one of them catches this Commander's eye!"
Seeing this, Tongtian scratched his head in mild embarrassment.
"Is... is that really all right?"
The sight of the two acting so intimately, as though no one else were there, left everyone around them utterly silent. Huolie's eyes practically bulged out of his head!
Damn it, the Arena matches haven't even started, and Bai Zeyu's already thinking of nothing but fussing over Tongtian.
What the hell is there to fight for? There's no point at all!
A sense of humiliation welled up inside Huolie, instantly driving him into a towering rage. The damage was slight, but the insult was devastating!
"Damn it, I'm still standing right here!"
"I don't care what damned Sect Master Tongtian you are. Once you lose in the Arena, you'd better obediently die for me!"
Only upon hearing Huolie's roar did Tongtian and Bai Zeyu remember that someone was still standing before them.
Bai Zeyu, however, merely