Blood Spirit Society

"We still have four disciples who have yet to enter the arena. Do you think we can..."

Xie Long's lips moved slightly, and his voice soundlessly entered the referee's ears.

Hearing this, the referee's eyes moved, and his expression instantly became serious.

What did this mean? This would clearly be breaking the rules of the Grand Sect Competition, right?

Moreover, in front of the tens of thousands of spectators in the arena. Was this old man asking him to break the rules?!

"The Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion has won. The Ancient Sect has been disqualified for breaking the rules of the Grand Sect Competition."

The referee announced the results of the competition in a deep voice once again. This time, he even used his spiritual power to amplify his voice so that everyone present could hear him clearly.

He was not stupid. It was undoubtedly unwise of him to side with the Ancient Sect at this time.