The people nearby had expressions that showed they wanted to intervene but didn't dare to, looking increasingly embarrassed.
Meanwhile, the match on the arena had already begun.
Li Qingyu's lips curled slightly, her eyes barely able to hide her smugness.
She had arranged for ten Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Gods to take turns attacking him on Xia Feng's arena in particular.
Even if he could win at first, he would surely show fatigue after a while as his energy drained.
Once this person lost, she'd like to see if anyone would dare to refuse her after having this precedent set against her.
Then there's Li Qingxue, that bitch, who keeps popping up to disgust her again and again. She would surely make that country bumpkin suffer as they should.
Thinking of this, Li Qingxue's expression became even more ruthless and smug, completely ruining her otherwise passable face.
