"I've lost? No."
Xinghe Wang, looking almost insane, suddenly shook off the blood-red scythe that was at his throat with a fierce palm.
Xiao Yi didn't intervene, just watched coldly.
He knew very well that the outcome was already decided.
From the stands, Lih Fengxing and others shouted loudly, "Xinghe Wang, you've violated the rules by using a Sub-Saint Artifact, and you've already lost."
"Do you still have the face to continue fighting?"
On the Martial Arts Arena, Xinghe Wang sneered, "Whether I violated the rules or not is for the ten judges to decide, not for you bunch of trash to chatter on."
Everyone's eyes turned to the ten judges sitting at the chief's seat.
The ten judges nodded and said loudly, "Xinghe Wang's use of a Sub-Saint Artifact indeed violated the rules."
"No." Xinghe Wang grinned hideously and said, "Judges, look carefully, did I really use a Sub-Saint Artifact?"
