Whoosh-!
Another figure descended almost simultaneously, planting himself firmly in front of Chen Yanwu.
Clad in azure robes, his face stern and imposing, the newcomer was none other than the Chen Clan's Grand Elder-Chen Hong!
He brushed his sleeve lightly, and a gentle yet keen-edged aura spread outward, precisely dispelling most of the pressure weighing on Chen Yanwu and Yue Qingsi.
Then his level 96 pressure erupted with a thunderous roar, not only severing the oppressive force in Tang Yue's gaze, but also crashing head-on into Tang Yue's violent aura.
The two invisible auras collided fiercely at the center of the arena. The air gave a low, explosive boom, shock waves burst outward with a deep rumble, and the arena's stone slabs cracked inch by inch.
Immediately afterward, Xuan Qingya drifted down beside Yue Qingsi. Moonlight swirled around her, and a light sweep of her sleeve precisely dispersed the stray shock waves of their auras.
The invisible pressure of three Titled Douluo-level beings ground and collided against one another, plunging the entire venue into deathly silence. Even breathing became difficult.
Of course, these were merely their auras, without so much as a trace of soul power.
Tang Yue's aged face turned livid, and a heavy snort rose from his throat. "Hmph! Old Hong, Fairy Xuan, my Tang Family isn't so utterly shameless that we can't take losing a match!"
He had not gone mad enough to damage the Clear Sky Sect's reputation in front of more than a dozen Titled Douluo and over a hundred thousand spectators.
Chen Hong grumbled inwardly. *You can take losing? Then why couldn't you even wait for the barrier to come down naturally and the referee to make the announcement? You smashed the barrier and barged straight onto the arena! What a show of saving