The imagined battle of three hundred rounds never happened.
It was not even as back-and-forth as their last decisive battle in the Huan Tian Realm.
From the very beginning, Ye Chen had been suppressed.
Even after unleashing the heaven-defying technique "Primordial Chaos Heavenly God," he had been suppressed and crushed!
For someone as proud as him, this was a devastating blow.
It did not only strike Ye Chen; it also struck the hundreds of millions of spectators before Li Tianming. At that moment, the Myriad Swords Divine Will of those little sentient-being swords was like a blade piercing through the hearts of half of Violetglow Star's cultivators.
Throughout the boundless territory, every spectator, whether present or watching through barriers, witnessed this outcome with their own eyes. Too many stood frozen on the spot, unable to make a sound for a long time, their eyes wide and their fists clenched.
"Phew..."
Li Tianming himself took a deep breath and raised his head to gaze ahead. The eyes of hundreds of millions of cultivators from the Divine Glory faction were fixed upon him.
There were too many looks of collapse, misery, embarrassment, and defeat. They could not hide them even if they wanted to.
Their former reverence, trust, and obsession with Ye Chen had now become shame too ugly to show, buried deep inside them.
In their hearts, the names Li Tianming and Ye Chen had been completely pulled apart. The twin stars that had once run parallel were now such that one had the other pinned beneath his feet.
A draw?
It had ceased to exist long ago!
The silence and deathly stillness of the Divine Glory faction continued.
Behind Li Tianming, however, the cultivators of half of Violetglow Star—the "Violet Firmament faction"—erupted into a sky-shaking roar after that brief silence.