Yao Yunqing sneered out loud, her clear eyes brimming with mockery as she stepped closer and closer to Liu Li, the murderous intent in her eyes growing thicker, "Tell me, where exactly is Zang Qingxue hiding!"
Liu Li bit her lip tightly, suddenly shouting loudly, "Lord Mo Li, save me."
In that instant, a gray robe flashed by, and a middle-aged man stood on the Martial Arts Platform, his detached gaze directed toward the delicate features of the woman. He let out a light snort.
At that moment, a powerful pressure bore down on Yao Yunqing, making her legs go weak and she fell to her knees with a bang, furiously looking toward Mo Li, "The match between Liu Li and myself hasn't ended yet, and here you are, an administrator of the Martial Arts Platform, interfering in our match. Can you be any more shameless!"
Mo Li's eyes suddenly darkened.
An administrator of the Martial Arts Platform...
Those words were like a sharp spike, fiercely piercing into his heart.
