Everyone from the Nine Heavens Painting Palace were furious, their eyes nearly splitting as they watched the Nine Heavens Creation Brush fall into Chu Jiang's hands.
That was one of the Painting Palace's three high-grade sacred weapons, and it had just fallen into someone else's possession.
Chu Jiang toyed with the Creation Brush in his hand, his smile calm. "The stakes were agreed upon before the contest."
"Could it be that your Painting Palace intends to go back on its word?"
"I..." Jiang Hengzi was at a loss for words, his face shifting between green and white.
Go back on their word?
With the whole world watching, and several great powers seated at the judges' table, how could they possibly renege?
But if he truly handed over the Creation Brush, how was he supposed to explain it after returning to the palace?
Jiang Hengzi stared fixedly at Chu Jiang, wariness rising in his eyes.
Chu Jiang could slay an Ancient Saint.
If they truly came to blows, this group of theirs might not come away with any advantage. Besides, they had been utterly defeated in today's contest.
If they fell out now, let alone reclaiming the Creation Brush, it was uncertain whether they could even leave the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land safely.
"Ah..."
With a sigh, Jiang Hengzi could only admit defeat and think of a way to redeem the Creation Brush later.
Elsewhere.
Li Huatian's hair hung in disarray, his eyes bloodshot as he glared murderously at Chu Jiang. The hatred in his gaze was nearly solid enough to slice Chu Jiang into a thousand pieces.
Damn you, Chu Jiang! I, Li Huatian, swear that I will kill you in this life! I will make your soul scatter and your spirit perish, never to be reincarnated for all eternity!!
"Brother