"What exactly is going on..."
Within the giant gray five-fingered hand, Great Master Yuan seemed to want to speak but stopped. He cast a complicated glance toward the Outer Void.
Then he sighed. His already faint figure, beneath that terrifying power that overturned his imagination and rivaled the level beyond the universe, burst apart like a bubble with a pop!
He had lost!
He had lost without even knowing why!
Perhaps that final look he cast toward the Outer Void was a question: Didn't we have an agreement? What the hell are you doing out there in the Outer Void!
Before accepting Li Qingyun's challenge, he had feared that nonexistent "mysterious person," so he had communicated with the Outer Void.
The Outer Void Saints had agreed readily enough. They had even wanted to split this top-tier "blood meal," the Seed of a Saint from a collateral branch, and had claimed the Dao Spirit in advance. Yet at the critical moment of the battle, the Outer Void had dropped the chain!
As Great Master Yuan's will was crushed apart in that grip, ten thousand grass-mud horses thundered through his heart.
Unreliable!
He knew that pack of old monsters could not be relied upon!
Boom!
The Hua Xuan Big Shots on the platforms of the great upper clans had witnessed, with their own eyes, how the quasi-Saint Great Master had initially suppressed Li Qingyun with majestic Dao might, sending him flying over a hundred times—only for the situation to suddenly reverse, the Great Master himself turning into smoke and clouds. They erupted into complete uproar!
"How could this happen? Aren't quasi-Saints invincible at the Cosmos level? How was he slaughtered against the heavens by Li Qingyun!"
"Yuan Jingzhong lost! This great internal strife of the Yuan Clan is truly breathtaking. Good suppression,