This was a world where the weak were prey to the strong, where victors became kings and losers became bandits.
No matter how loudly the defeated shouted their slogans or how high their spirits soared, it could not change the fact that they had lost. Though Li Xian was the Heir of Prince Liang and a member of the Great Zhou Imperial Clan, before Xiang Yang, he was merely a loser.
As Li Xian could no longer hold on and crashed to the ground, the atmosphere both on and off the platform grew heated once more. Xiang Yang was indeed Xiang Yang. Though Li Xian had been recommended by the Little Lord, he still fell somewhat short compared to Xiang Yang.
Without a sound, Qu Ping crossed Li Xian's name off the golden register. The hand holding his brush trembled slightly. He let out a breath, announced the result, then signaled to the Purple Robe Chief Constable beside him to attend carefully to Li Xian.
Upon Heaven's Punishment Platform, Xiang Yang wore a smiling expression as he secretly swallowed the bloody sweetness in his mouth. His previously dim eyes regained their brilliance. Though his mighty aura had fluctuated somewhat, it quickly settled, and he still appeared as forceful, domineering, and incomparably valiant as ever.
Li Xian's final sword strike had been anything but ordinary. Though Xiang Yang was strong, he had still suffered minor injuries, which he simply had not revealed.
Since he was going to be forceful, he might as well remain forceful to the end. Xiang Yang cared about his pride as well. Besides, in such a short time, the hidden injuries within him had already been healed by his unfathomably profound true qi, leaving his strength entirely unaffected.
Then came the battle between Xiang Yang and Ning