The tension in the arena crackled as Xian Tian's words hung in the air, extremely heavy with unspoken and veiled threat.
Go Jo's grin faltered for just a moment, replaced by the flicker of uncertainty, but he quickly masked it with bravado, tossing his hair back as if brushing off the weight of Xian Tian's proclamation as if he was in some edit.
"Woah! Woah! Woah!"
"That's a new sect master of flower sect? Quite young...."
"Holy..."
Meanwhile the crowd buzzed with murmured speculations and opinions, after all, it was a open drama.
Xian Tian took a moment to focus his energy.
Deep down, he knew this was more than just about the tournament or losing the match... this was about pride, a chance to prove that his sect could rise from the ashes of defeat.
It was also not so hard to see that their sect was just invited to be humiliated infornt of others.
