Ye Feng stepped onto the stage. At this moment, even though he was in the home ground of the Tianyun Sect, he felt somewhat lonely.

He was representing Tianyun in the battle, and this should have been a moment of cheers and support for him. Yet, the vast Tianyun Square was eerily silent, without a single sound.

No one dared to make a sound for Ye Feng.

He stood firm on the stage, looking at Xia Tiansheng's sneering face, his own expression devoid of any emotion. In contrast, Xia Tiansheng seemed as excited as a wolf smelling blood, unconsciously licking his lips. He thrust his spear heavily into the ground and said: