Lei Ming and his companions felt a mighty tremor in their hearts when Ling Fan turned his attention to them. Their knees buckled, and they knelt to the ground.
Qi Xiumin's complexion was ashen as she stood nervously to the side, feeling as though she hadn't offended Zi Qiong's people too much. After all, she had only secured her entry slot into Zhongnan by clinging to Wu Cai.
"There shouldn't… be any issue concerning me, I suppose!" Qi Xiumin's chest heaved as she spoke.
Luo Ta stood by without kneeling, for in his view, to kneel was to face death.
The surrounding crowd turned their gaze to the few in front of the Fighting Stage, sneering. Setting aside others, the trio led by Lei Ming was particularly loathsome, always acting like flatterers. Now they were indeed getting a slap in the face.
"Pah, traitors, what trash!" someone spat vehemently.
