"Where did he go?"
King Zhao Xian was looking for Lin Fan's silhouette, but there wasn't even a shadow of him on the stage.
To him, he had thought this situation was a guaranteed instant kill, but unexpectedly, this brat was so resilient, lasting until now—it truly caught him off guard.
The spectators were astonished.
"This disciple from Xuanjian Peak sure can endure. Even with King Zhao Xian unleashing so many magical treasures, he still hasn't been killed."
"And there's also a spiritual artifact. Do you think this is all just a sham to trick us out of our spirit stones?"
It couldn't be said their suspicion was without reason.
So many magical treasures have been used, yet they still haven't defeated the opponent—how useless must that be?
King Zhao Xian, hearing the surrounding chatter, felt his mentality cracking. Being doubted by the crowd—how could he tolerate this?
Scamming for spirit stones?
Do you really think Zhen Tian Peak is that poor?
At this moment.
