He had lost.
Not only had he suffered a crushing defeat in the peak duel of personal strength, but the seven hundred-plus elites he had brought—the Pig Race's current highest fighting force—had also been wiped out, all becoming prisoners.
A gamble to challenge a mid-tier powerful S-tier Sequence race with the stature of a top-tier Tier-A Race had ultimately ended in such a miserable and complete defeat.
At this moment, the harsh barrier between sequence ranks felt so cold and real.
"Kill you?" Xu Kun's voice came from the center of the solar halo, still calm, yet it made every member of the Pig Race tense.
"No need. If I had intended to kill, I would not have ordered your clansmen spared earlier."
So that was it... Zhu Ganglie felt desolate inside. It seemed the other side had long known the outcome. If they had still been evenly matched in their peak exchange, then the fact that Xu Kun had dared to use merely a dozen or so people to withstand the Pig Race's gathered forces clearly meant he had been certain of victory from the start.
Even without knowing the full course of the Pig Race's battle for the Star Island, Zhu Ganglie could roughly guess what had happened!
After all, winning a battle for a Star Island was not difficult. The difficult part was winning while killing no one at all!
To achieve that, one had to possess absolute initiative over the overall situation, like an old man toying with a child, holding everything in the palm of his hand.
As Xu Kun's words fell, he casually waved a hand.
In an instant, the shackles formed from Chaos Moon Glow around the necks and wrists of every Pig Race captive gave off faint cracking sounds, then turned into