Sure enough, at Tang Yan's words, Yao Qian trembled with rage, and a powerful surge of killing intent erupted from him.
Fang Wentian felt a headache coming on. How had Cloud City produced such a scourge?
Just as he, too, found himself at a loss, Mo Bin, seated beside him, coughed.
"Young man, Young Master Su can no longer fight, and the tournament must continue. Why not do this old man a favor and stop here? Two hundred million taels of silver is far too much. How about reducing it to twenty million?"
Hearing the Azure Dragon Academy elder speak, Tang Yan knew that making any more trouble would inevitably displease the various factions.
Since he had already achieved his goal of washing away Cloud City's humiliation, he said, "I will abide by your arrangements, Elder Mo."
"City Lord Yao, what do you think?" Seeing Tang Yan agree, Mo Bin turned toward Yao Qian.
Although Yao Qian did not even want to pay twenty million taels of silver, since Mo Bin had made the proposal, he could only nod, however unwilling he felt. "Thank you for mediating, Elder Mo."
Seeing the matter settled and sealed, Tang Yan smiled, discreetly removed the restriction on Su Wei, and cupped his hands toward those below the platform before heading back to Cloud City's seats.
As they watched Tang Yan leave the platform, everyone's opinion of Cloud City changed considerably.
A young man with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes watched Tang Yan's retreating figure, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "This fellow is rather interesting."
Cheng Gong, seated beside Fang Xuan, smiled dismissively. "He won, but his strength is only at Profound Tier First Grade. Su Wei was simply too careless."
"Let's hope so." Fang Xuan nodded.
"Tang Yan, you certainly stole all