The moment Xing Yan said those words, the entire competition venue fell silent.
Wu Feng's expression turned cold, and she abruptly rose to her feet. Huo Yuhao, however, gave her a gentle pat, prompting her to sit back down.
Everyone from the Body Sect knew that the calmer Huo Yuhao appeared, the angrier he was inside.
This young man from the Heavenly Dragon Sect really had backed himself into a corner!
"Popping champagne at halftime is a cardinal sin in warfare. In fact, you've already lost this match."
Huo Yuhao made no effort to lower his voice. Several Heavenly Dragon Sect reserves were still in the rest area, and they glared toward the Body Sect when they heard him.
Although Huo Yuhao's face and body still seemed hidden in mist, his eyes suddenly lit up like golden lamps. The terrifying pressure that flickered into existence even sent shivers through the Black-Clothed Man standing behind Xu Tianran on the dais and Kong Deming, the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Tool Hall Master.
But just then, the situation on the Competition Platform changed dramatically.
An inconspicuous streak of green light descended from the sky. What a light it was-blue-green, crystalline, and so vividly emerald that its color seemed ready to drip. It appeared to drift down gently, as light as a feather.
Yet in the next instant, all the dragon scales covering Xing Yan's body turned that same blue-green. When he tried to activate his martial soul, his soul rings shattered silently, as though that sword had sliced them apart. Scales scattered in every direction, and Xing Yan was sent flying by the slash.
An enormous wound stretched from his forehead all the way down to his lower abdomen.
Had the referee, Unbreakable Douluo, not intervened in time, Xing Yan would have been