"Yue'er?" Ji Haofei exclaimed in shock.
He wasn't alone—he had come with two of his guards. Ming Yue had clearly witnessed the unfair and oppressive fight that Ji Haofei had just engaged in. With his overwhelming power, he had tried to kill another tournament participant.
All the contestants were well aware that physical or cultivation-based attacks against fellow participants were strictly forbidden. In this case, Ji Haofei was clearly in the wrong.
"No, Yue'er. It's not what you think. Shen and I were just sparring," Ji Haofei said nervously, his face pale.
"Sparring?" Ming Yue's voice was sharp. "I saw no sign of sparring here. Since when does training require someone to invoke a Dao Concept?"
Ji Haofei clicked his tongue and looked forward, only to see Li Shen seemingly unaffected by the attack he had unleashed with his Dao Concept. That, too, delivered a heavy blow to his pride.
