Qi Haoyuan had no way to vent his anger.

These bastards actually did this right in front of him, right under his nose! They're completely disregarding the Lingyin Sect!

In an instant, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy, like a raging volcano, erupted from Qi Haoyuan's body. The air, impacted by this powerful force, emitted a sharp whistling sound, as if it were being torn apart. The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand such pressure, rippling with strange waves, like a giant rock being thrown into a calm lake.

Qi Haoyuan flashed forward like a ghost, appearing right in front of the referee. His eyes burned with rage, and his right hand shot out, his broad palm like a steel clamp, tightly gripping the referee's neck.

The referee's face instantly turned bright red, his eyes bulged with terror, and he struggled desperately with his legs, but to no avail, as if he were stuck in a quagmire.

"You knew all along, didn't you? You all conspired to scheme against our Lingyin Sect like this?"

Qi Haoyuan's roar made the eardrums of everyone around him ache; his voice was filled with endless anger and killing intent.

The referee was terrified, his body trembling uncontrollably. His lips quivered, and he tried to utter a few words of protest, but his throat seemed to be gripped tightly, unable to produce a single syllable. At that critical moment, a cold glint flashed in Qi Haoyuan's eyes, and with a sudden burst of strength, his arm snapped with a crisp "crack." The referee's body instantly went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.