"Mr. Champa, are you saying you want to exclude Lin Chen from the Tournament of Power's roster?"
The Grand Minister's gaze sharpened.
"Are you aware that both Lord Zenos are looking forward to this Tournament of Power, and are even more eager to see Mr. Lin Chen's performance?"
"Yes, yes! We've been waiting so long!"
"Lin Chen has to compete!"
As though echoing the Grand Minister's words, both Zenos rose from their thrones.
The pressure from the Grand Minister and the Zenos instantly drained the color from Champa's face. He knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
Yet he still said, "Yes, Grand Minister. If Lin Chen competes, it would be far too unfair!"
Seeing Champa act so disrespectfully, repeatedly opposing Lord Zeno's arrangements, the Grand Minister was about to rebuke him and send him away. Unexpectedly, several more Gods of Destruction stepped forward at that moment.
"Grand Minister, Champa is right. I also believe Lin Chen should not be allowed to compete!"
"Lin Chen is far too powerful. He's beyond the scope of this competition. If this goes on, we might as well declare Universe 7 the winner right now!"
"We beg you to consider Champa's proposal, Grand Minister!"
Quite a few Gods of Destruction had stepped forward. Of the eight participating universes, excluding Universe 7 and Universe 6, five of the remaining six had actually voiced their support for Champa.
Only Belmod, Universe 11's God of Destruction, had yet to speak.
Seeing so many objections arise at once, the Grand Minister's gaze sharpened.
"What is this? Are you dissatisfied with Lord Zeno's decree?"
An overwhelming pressure spread through the arena. Everyone, including those from the other universes and the contestants, immediately fell silent in terror, cold sweat breaking out across their backs.
But this time, Champa and