Bi Kongliu had not lost miserably, but the humiliation he suffered was immense.
One of his legs had been broken, and he sat collapsed on the ground in a wretched state.
Su Yi watched this scene without doing anything.
On the path of cultivation, no matter who it was, setbacks and humiliation were unavoidable.
In the Great Dao Competition, how could there be no losers?
And when one was defeated and humiliated, it was often possible to see a person's temperament and spirit.
Su Yi wanted to see what Bi Kongliu would do now.
Very soon, Bi Kongliu climbed to his feet.
His blood and vitality surged throughout his body, and his broken right leg recovered.
Then, beneath countless astonished gazes, he strode toward the Martial Arts Arena!
He did not admit defeat.
He did not compromise.
Yet this scene drew a wave of scornful laughter.
Bi Kongliu's two Dao Protectors were frantic with anxiety and deeply worried.
Swish!
A man in black robes blocked Bi Kongliu's path and frowned. "You are no match for Jin Buyi. Going back up there will only bring you humiliation! Haven't you lost enough face already?"
"Move."
Bi Kongliu spoke coldly.
"Since he insists on seeking a beating, why stop him? Red Armor, move aside!"
From the Martial Arts Arena, Jin Buyi spoke indifferently.
The black-robed man immediately sighed and stepped aside.
Just as Bi Kongliu was about to enter the Martial Arts Arena, a voice suddenly rang out:
"Bi Kongliu, a loss is a loss. Who here does not know that, in terms of strength, you are inferior to Jin Buyi?"
The venue immediately stirred.
The speaker was Mi Yeyun, the Daoist Son of the Three Purities Dao Court and the host of today's banquet. He was practically the leading figure among the