Could It Really Be God-Level? (11)

Huang Yueli glanced at him and muttered to herself, "If you don't admit defeat, then I will..."

Jing Shaoyuan's hairs all stood on end, terrified.

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from midair.

"Young Miss Li, stop! Are you speechless without seeing Shao Yuan? What else do you want to do to him?"

Hearing the sound, Huang Yueli frowned slightly. When she looked up, she found that Jing Huabin, the Patriarch of the White Tiger Clan, couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up suddenly and glared at her condescendingly.

There was no panic on Huang Yueli's face, and she said slowly: "But, according to the rules of the competition..."

"What rules of the game? Isn't it just admitting defeat? I admit defeat on behalf of Shao Yuan! I am his elder, so it should be alright, right?"

Jing Huabin saw that Huang Yueli would not enter, so he could only turn to the referee sitting beside him.

The referee hesitated for a moment.