Palace Master Jin rose at once and stepped through the air, arriving above the Martial Platform.
His terrifying aura instantly spread across the venue, like Mount Tai crushing an egg, rendering everyone in the melee unable to move.
Ying Ming Hao was just about to kill a member of the Demon Race who had been leering at Lin Zihan when he suddenly felt as though a mountain had pinned him down.
The gulf between their strengths was simply too vast. He had no power to resist.
"Everyone, hold off for a moment!
It was indeed an oversight on our part not to explain the rules of the competition clearly.
Let me state this solemnly: once anyone is gravely wounded and hanging by a thread, or openly concedes defeat, no one is permitted to strike them down.
After all, everyone is here to exchange pointers in martial arts. Stop once the point is made. Why insist on exterminating your opponent?
Look, this tournament was meant to be a fair competition.
Now that Hu Xue has lost the ability to fight, he naturally should no longer have to accept challenges!
All right, all right. Return to your places, everyone. Stop making a mess here.
Otherwise, if word gets out, won't people think our Xuanhuang World is so petty that we cannot even stomach losing a match?"
Palace Master Jin's words reverberated throughout the venue like mighty bells.
With that speech, he not only washed his hands clean of playing favorites, but also convinced everyone present, leaving them unable to find the slightest flaw in his reasoning.
It had to be said that this man was shrewd beyond measure, a master among masters of worldly cunning!
As soon as he finished speaking, Palace Master Jin turned around at his leisure, strolled back