The Divine Clan youth's face turned cold, suddenly stopping his laughter. With great disdain, he said, "I advise you not to compete, because you'll lose terribly."
The Divine Clan elder's gaze shifted, his tone indifferent, "Since the young ones want to compete, I won't oppose it. Let's settle it like this—anyone who disagrees can step forward. Don't waste time."
"Since both the envoy and contestants have this intention, let's proceed with the match." Situ Yuanzhong's eyes flickered, being the first to agree.
The other prominent figures also had no reason to refuse and had to agree. The competition, which had already ended, reignited the flames of battle once more. This time, the Ancient Martial Artists "united against a common foe," unanimously supporting their own people. To them, the Divine Clan envoy was a disruptive outsider.
On the stage, only the Divine Clan youth remained alone, facing all the Ancient Martial Artists, yet his momentum was in no way diminished.
