Of course, Dean Lei would not sit still and wait for death. He stood up with difficulty and coldly glanced at Si Liuhe. "You, Si Liuhe, are just a person who bullies the weak by number..."
Si Liuhe's face revealed a hint of anger when he heard this.
Undoubtedly, as heaven's favorite, he could not accept such comments.
However, at this moment, a True Saint beside him walked forward and said, "Si Liuhe did not come to challenge you. Today's matter is a joint affair of the nine great aristocratic families. How is there bullying of the weak by number?
Si Liuhe instantly felt much more comfortable hearing this.
Dean Lei gritted his teeth. He swept his gaze across the crowd and shouted, "Come on! Even if I die, I can still take a few with me!"
Looking at the mad Dean Lei, there seemed to be a hint of concern in everyone's hearts except Si Liuhe, who was not afraid at all.