"He can't block it. He's bound to lose," Wan Tianming said, shaking his head. He knew just how formidable the Dragon Palm was.
Beichen sighed. If Lin Xuan had executed the World-Ending Flood Dragon Fist to its fullest, he might have had a chance to withstand the Dragon Palm. But he didn't even use that technique; he merely extended two fingers. How could he possibly block it like that?
"Hehehe, this guy really has a death wish. Wonderful!" The people from the Celestial King's Mansion were ecstatic. This upstart was finally going to hell. The Young Prince's revenge would be served at last.
When the people of Wangyue Pavilion saw this, they were furious. Even at the brink of life and death, is Lin Xuan still so arrogant? It's over! He's doomed! Their hearts sank to rock bottom.
The Wangyue Pavilion Master shot to his feet. "Forfeit! Lin Xuan, forfeit! Stop the match immediately!" he yelled.
