Facing his own defeat, Young Master Tianmo refused to believe it.
No!
More accurately, he simply could not accept it.
Unfortunately!
What could he do even if he could not accept it? There was no medicine for regret in this world.
Yes!
Even taking ten thousand steps back.
Come on!
Lei Xuan'er might agree to fight them again.
Would Wuzang agree?
What a joke!
If they truly did that, where would the fairness be? Would every contestant who lost a battle afterward be allowed to fight again?
If that were the case!
When would this battle ever end?
Besides!
This was the Divine Son Competition. All the factions were watching. Could Young Master Tianmo destroy the rules just because he had underestimated his opponent?
"Shut up!" At the same time, Wuzang barked, "Young Master Tianmo, a loss is a loss. Where did all those excuses come from?"
"Hmph!"
"Let me tell you, claiming that you underestimated your opponent indirectly proves that you did not take this competition seriously. If you were not defeated, heaven and earth would not tolerate it."
"Step down!"
As Wuzang's rebuke fell again, Young Master Tianmo's mind trembled violently.
Even if he was filled with boundless fury at that moment, he did not dare utter another word.
Realm Venerable Youmo moved at once and appeared directly on the platform.
"Wuzang, my son offended you. I apologize to you on his behalf."
As he spoke, Realm Venerable Youmo bowed slightly and led Young Master Tianmo down from the fighting stage.
At the same time!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lei Xuan'er arrived in another area.
"Hah... the Thunder Realm is about to rise..."
"..."
"Lei Xuan'er?"
"..."
The various geniuses murmured among themselves, firmly engraving her name in their hearts.
A short while later!
Wuzang stepped onto the