Lie Jiuyou was disappointed. After Falling Flower True Lord, wielding the Qingxu Sword, defeated two opponents in a row, everyone she encountered afterward promptly conceded.
No one wanted to fight her. Falling Flower's desperate, hate-the-heavens-and-resent-the-earth demeanor frightened everyone away.
A Heavenly Venerate life-bound artifact did not exhaust Heavenly Venerate will. Who dared to withstand it head-on?
If things went badly, it would not merely mean injury—they might even lose their lives.
Thus, no one wanted to risk their lives against her. There was no shame in conceding.
More than a dozen consecutive matches passed without anyone fighting, and Lie Jiuyou could no longer sit still, as though his backside had broken out in a rash.
"Cowards! Trash! You don't even dare to fight!"
Lie Jiuyou fumed like a raging bull, wishing he could slap all those who had conceded to death. Yet all he could do was rage helplessly.
At this moment, he could only pray that Void Mystery and Falling Flower would not meet too soon.
But what he feared came to pass. He had barely begun praying when Void Mystery and Falling Flower ran into each other.
Lie Jiuyou froze completely. Then he suddenly came to his senses, slammed his hand against the table, and gritted out:
"Deliberate! This must have been deliberate!"
Sword Moon cast his gaze toward the Tianli Sect, looking at that figure with helplessness filling his heart. He knew perfectly well that even if Fang Mo had arranged this deliberately, there was nothing they could do.
This was very likely intentional on the other party's part!
Within his Small World, he had the final say over all arrangements. No one could find fault with it. He set the rules; within the Small World, he was God.
When Void Mystery saw Falling Flower, his eyes