Meng Chuan opened his eyes and strode back to the Overlord Throne.
He sat down steadily, the murderous aura around him completely restrained.
Commentary booth.
Dong Xin's body trembled, maintaining a forced calm under immense shock!
Professional ethics!
She pressed her left hand to her heaving chest, endured the tight, dry throat, and slowly began to speak:
"Let's congratulate Overlord Meng Chuan on successfully defending his title."
Although Dong Xin's tone wasn't excited, it completely broke the silent atmosphere of the audience!
In a venue filled with 200,000 people, many gasped in shock, making the Martial Arts Competition Center seem as if it was drawn into a vacuum.
"Brother Chuan, you're awesome!"
"Like a cow flying on a plane, you're incredibly awesome!"
"Like a cow on a steamer, steaming awesome!"
Xu Qingfeng and Chu Yanhu jumped up excitedly from their chairs, shouting at the top of their lungs.
