"Zong Lang, how are you? Are you all right?"
Wang Lihe flew down beside Wang Zonglang, his face filled with concern.
"I'm fine!"
Wang Zonglang shook his head, his face filled with shame.
Of the three matches, he was the only one who had lost, suffering minor injuries.
He usually sparred with his clansmen as well. Members of the same clan would not fight to the death, but when sparring with outsiders, no one planned to hold back. Even if they killed the other party, they could claim it had been an accident.
"Losing one match is nothing. Just cultivate properly. You still have a long road ahead of you."
Wang Lihe consoled him. Having both ascended from the Lower Realm, Wang Qingshan, Wang Mengbin, and the others had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Wang Zonglang had not experienced many life-and-death battles, so it was understandable that he could not defeat Blood Toad Hermit.
Wang Zonglang gave a bitter smile and secretly resolved to temper himself properly after returning. He had finally gotten a chance to show himself, only to lose to Blood Toad Hermit. Fortunately, Wang Lihe and Wang Gonghu had won.
Wang Zonglang, Wang Yuanwei, and dozens of other clansmen held down Jin Hong Valley while Wang Lihe led his people away.
Half a month later, the Wang Family and the Five Saints Sect stepped forward. Those minor forces did not dare disobey the order and successively ceased hostilities.
After this battle, the Wang Family obtained seven strongholds, three Fifth-Order Metal Ore Veins, one Medium Spirit Stone Mine, and three strongholds with Fifth-Order Spirit Veins.
In addition, they obtained a large swath of territory.
With three Fifth-Order Metal Ore Veins and one Medium Spirit Stone Mine, the Wang Family's financial pressure