"The Blue Star Grass Martial Soul is a trash martial soul. The entire continent knows this. It's such simple common sense, I trust you're not unaware of it, President Dongfang Yanyu."
The argument wasn't confined to the stage. Below, the many Soul Refiners had also erupted into a heated discussion.
Ye Xuan's illogical score had indeed left many people baffled, making them harbor a sliver of doubt about the fairness of the assembly.
They didn't have a problem with Ye Xuan, personally. They just couldn't understand why the Blue Star Grass Martial Soul, universally known as trash, had received a special-grade evaluation in his hands.
Witnessing this scene, Luan Hong curled his lips into a mocking smile. He fixed Ye Xuan with a sharp gaze and sneered, "What an impressive trick. To get a special-grade evaluation for *that*... I, Luan Hong, have really seen it all now. But do you have no sense of shame? Can you really accept this championship with a clear conscience?"
