The crowd was baffled by the sudden shout. They had no idea what was going on.

In the dueling ring, however, Wu Di’s body shuddered. What’s going on? Why does someone know my real name?

The rules of the tournament clearly forbade a middle-aged man like him from participating in this Clans Tournament. That was why he wore the mask made by a runemaster, to disguise himself as a youth.

However, there were so many sets of eyes trained on him right now. If his identity were to be revealed right here, not even Governor Sang Hong or the Sunspring Duke would be able to cover for him, and there was no way the Brightmoon Duke would let this matter go easily. On top of that, he was certain to be harshly punished on his return, for foiling the plans of the Wu clan and Yuan clan.

Did something happen to my mask? Wu Di subconsciously reached out to touch his face.

This brief moment of hesitation left a sudden lull in his attacks. Chu Chuyan’s body was already cloaked in a layer of blue snow, which enhanced her movement speed greatly. Her body blurred into a silhouette and pierced right through Wu Di’s sword of inferno, her sword coming to a halt just before it touched his throat.

“You’ve lost!” Chu Chuyan looked at Wu Di with clear eyes as she said calmly.

Wu Di was astonished. While his concentration had wandered...