Huo Yuner emerged from the relic. She looked at Mo Feng, completely disregarding his fiery gaze. "I can prove that Lin Xuan defeated Mo Feng with his bare hands," she said coldly.
What? The crowd was in an uproar. Huo Yuner was no ordinary person. Her cultivation had reached the late Seven-star Stage, and she was the pride of the Fire Dragon Sect. Her status, position, and cultivation were in no way weaker than Mo Feng's. Her words undoubtedly carried great weight!
If even she said so, was it possible that Mo Feng had truly been defeated by Lin Xuan's bare hands?
"Impossible!" The elders of the True Dragon Sect shook their heads furiously. "You're lying! You're slandering our True Dragon Sect!"
Huo Yuner laughed. "Lying? Slandering? Don't tell me you think I've also submitted to Lin Xuan." She continued, "Those who submitted now bear a Soul Mark of Submission on their souls. I have no such mark. I have not submitted to Lin Xuan."
