As the Crimson Emperor finished speaking, even the air seemed to grow a few degrees hotter.
Great Xia's leaders rose to their feet. Jiang Yuan Shuang said coldly, "The contestants have already been tested. There's nothing wrong with them!"
The Crimson Emperor's expression darkened. "I said I want to inspect them myself!"
Everyone from Great Xia looked furious. Inspect them himself? That sounded nice!
What good could possibly come of handing the geniuses who had defeated the Yagu Dynasty over to the Crimson Emperor?
Wei Yuan's gaze sharpened. "We signed a binding agreement. Are you intending to break it?"
Before every Race Championship, the Crimson Emperor and Wei Yuan, as the leaders of their respective races, would sign an item called the [Dueling Contract].
If either side breached it, they would suffer severe backlash and punishment from the contract.
The Crimson Emperor said nothing. His golden eyes turned bloodred, as though he might erupt at any moment!
The moment the score appeared in the arena space, he had known he had lost.
But he could not accept it!
Neither the Crimson Emperor nor the Yagu Dynasty had ever suffered such a crushing defeat!
The two medium secret realms at stake were economic lifelines for East China, but to the Yagu Dynasty, they were practically nothing!
They held the entire Yagu Continent, with fourteen medium secret realms to their name.
Losing two would hardly hurt them, but he simply could not accept losing to the Human Race!
The Dragon Race was proud. Since the Race Championship began, they had barely ever lost. They had almost forgotten what defeat tasted like.
Most importantly, they would lose not only the secret realms, but also half their control over Dingcheng.
That meant they would struggle to hold territory in Great Xia, much less claim