Li Jiancheng scrambled to his feet from the dust beneath the arena. His face was as red as a pig's liver. His eyes were filled with rage, humiliation, and even disbelief.
Clang!
In the arena, Huang'er lifted Li Jiancheng's spear with a gust of wind and tossed it in front of the young lord. The impact kicked up a small poof of dust.
Li Jiancheng looked at the weapon he was so proud of being thrown in front of him with contempt. It was as if a rich man had thrown a few coins in front of a beggar.
He wanted to commit suicide.
Embarrassment filled his chest.
"The twelfth round, Miss Huang'er of Sacred Peafowl Mountain wins!" Great Emperor Petalpluck was also stunned for a moment before realizing that he was the one in charge.
Great Emperor Shura felt as if a heavy hammer had been hammered into his chest when he heard this result. His expression turned extremely ugly.
