Elder Tian had lost!!
Not only had he lost quickly, he had lost miserably. Yang An had even torn off one of his arms.
The spectators throughout Emei Prefecture had never seen the renowned Elder Tian in such a bedraggled state, as though he were about to lose his mind.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Even if the Prefecture Lord and Grand Elder had appeared at that moment, no one would have noticed.
But let alone them—even the Prefecture Lord and Grand Elder themselves wore expressions of utter shock.
The outcome of this battle, which everyone had thought held no suspense, had surpassed all expectations.
From beginning to end, the entire battle had not even lasted the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
The two had descended from the Golden Summit because they had anticipated that Tian Fulai might go mad and harm innocent people. Yet after coming down, they found this scene before them.
The two exchanged a glance and entered the arena at the same instant.
But Yang An had already sensed their arrival and pulled away from Tian Fulai a step ahead of time.
"Stop!"
The Prefecture Lord shouted first. It was unclear whether he was telling Yang An to stop or Tian Fulai to stop.
The two rushed between Yang An and Tian Fulai, forcibly preventing their next actions—though in truth, they were only stopping Tian Fulai.
Tian Fulai's expression had completely changed by then, twisting into something grotesque. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Yang An.
The agony of having his arm severed made him look like a madman on the verge of going berserk.
But when the Prefecture Lord and Grand Elder appeared, his expression quickly settled, leaving behind only pain.
Yang An noticed that flesh buds had begun wriggling