"Some people always love to crow with delight, never realizing that in the end, they are digging their own graves. Tell me, are they afraid?" An Xuetian said meaningfully.
"Even if they are afraid now, before the final battle's outcome is revealed, they still have to pretend to be calm," Mu Dongyuan said with a smile.
"Hehe."
The beautiful women among the An Clan's circle of noble ladies laughed along as well.
An Tianyi, An Shuang, and the others curled their lips, looking rather satisfied.
Ye Yichen, who represented their Imperial Clan connections, had suffered a near-fatal defeat, yet they did not feel the slightest bit upset.
On the contrary, in their hearts, they had won too!
The cheerful atmosphere on their side was rather rare throughout Xuanting's camp.
Whether it was the Imperial Clan ghost gods, the Ye Clan, or the other royal clans and ancient clans, the overall mood was exceedingly heavy. The joy of Li Tianming and Ye Yichen entering the top four had been swept away, and a shadow hung over everyone's heads.
Ye Yichen's defeat had actually matched most people's expectations. After all, his opponent was the cult leader's son!
Still, no one had expected him to lose so quickly and so miserably. The mystery, dominance, bloodthirst, and brutality Shenxie displayed had truly frightened many people.
It instinctively reminded them of the fear they had lived under these recent years—the fear of being ruled by that person and that one thing from the Divine Tomb Cult!
Thus, their fighting spirit truly scattered. Many could only look at one another and sigh. Facing the merciless ridicule and mocking laughter of the Divine Tomb Cult across from them, they did not have even a shred of courage to retort.
Ye Yushu and her brothers and sisters broke