The battle ended, and God King Juyuan announced, "The victor of this competition is Crimson Gourd Daoist. He will receive the final slot."
Wang Yi wore a faint smile, while Marquis Nandou's expression darkened slightly.
The other Saint-level beings in the Great Hall watched the two powerhouses.
"Marquis Nandou lost."
"He was unlucky too. It would have been one thing if he had merely tied Crimson Gourd Daoist in votes, but Crimson Gourd Daoist is so strong and counters him at every turn. It is understandable that he lost."
King Monz transmitted to King Yicong, "Well, old fellow? My side won. Sorry to disappoint you. Your man did not get in. Hahaha..." With that, he ignored King Yicong's reaction and stepped forward.
"Hahaha..." King Monz laughed at Wang Yi. "Crimson Gourd Daoist, congratulations."
Wang Yi smiled faintly. "I still have to thank King Monz for your assistance. Once I return from the Sumeru World, not a bit of the promised reward will be missing."
The smile on King Monz's face became even brighter.
Elsewhere, Marquis Nandou walked up to a gaunt old man and cautiously said, "My lord, I lost."
"Hmph, useless trash. I worked for you for so long, yet you actually lost to some nobody." The gaunt old man, King Yicong, berated him coldly.
Marquis Nandou lowered his head and dared not speak. He knew his superior's temperament. Being scolded was already considered a fortunate outcome.
King Yicong looked toward Wang Yi, savage light flickering in his eyes.
King Monz glanced at King Yicong before meaningfully saying to Wang Yi, "Brother Honghu, defeating Marquis Nandou and securing the slot is a good thing, but Marquis Nandou is that old fellow King Yicong's subordinate. You have effectively disgraced King Yicong. King Yicong has an eccentric temperament and always seeks