"Hahaha! Now I understand! You planned all of this!"
As though madness had swallowed him whole in an instant, Lin Ye suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.
His laughter was filled with despair and resentment, slicing through the air of the Beast Arena like a sharp blade. It grated on the ears, making everyone around him frown.
He knew it as clearly as a polished mirror: this competition had left him utterly defeated. From this day forward, he would have no foothold, whether in the Misty Cloud Sect's tangled whirlpool of power or in the vast, bustling Imperial Capital.
Those who had once placed great hopes in him must now have been bitterly disappointed, while the reputation and standing he had painstakingly built had burst like bubbles, vanishing completely with this crushing defeat.
Since things had already come to this, he might as well smash the cracked pot to pieces. He threw caution aside, wanting only to unleash the fury in his heart like a raging flood.
"Liu Ling! You've always liked Nalan Yanran! You'd stop at nothing to pave the way for her!"
Lin Ye's eagle-sharp gaze locked onto Liu Ling, and he roared the accusation until his voice cracked.
His words exploded through the crowd like a powerful bomb, instantly throwing the entire arena into an uproar.
Everyone was left dumbstruck by this sudden revelation, their gazes shooting toward Liu Ling in unison.
Liu Ling's face instantly turned the purplish red of pig liver, looking utterly wretched.
His mouth opened and closed as he tried to deny it, but something seemed to have lodged in his throat. He could not force out a single word.
He had always been careful to hide his feelings for Nalan Yanran.
But now that Lin Ye had mercilessly exposed them in public, embarrassment