At that moment, the expressions of Tianxing Jiatong and Meng Xuanlang changed. They suddenly stopped fighting each other and defended against the attack of the man in red. After two loud bangs, the three of them retreated, forming a triangular formation.
"Who are you?"
Meng Xuanlang looked at the young man in red with a frown and spoke coldly.
"Stop wasting time. Either decide the winner quickly, or I'll eliminate both of you together, or start dealing with others!"
The youth in red had a glint of indifference in his eyes, looking coldly at the two of them as he spoke.
Meng Xuanlang's gaze flickered for a moment before he said, "Let's postpone our battle to the third round today and first take care of those who shouldn't be on this stage!"
Meng Xuanlang's gaze swept over the other people on the stage, his body moved, and he swung the feather fan in his hand continuously, instantly blasting three or four contestants from the Divine Soul Realm off the stage.
