"Lin Feng... humanity's Void Saint!"
Holy Lord Wu Ding had already stepped outside the arena, conflicting emotions flickering in his eyes.
Yanlong Jun was truly gone, his head blown apart—not only was Yanlong Jun dead, but the Emperor Yi Sword had fallen into someone else's hands as well.
None of the trusted aides beside him suggested attacking... Unless it was a struggle over the Great Dao, attacking the Human Void Saint would earn them enough condemnation from humanity to drown them in spit.
As for a struggle over the Great Dao, they were unqualified... Even Holy Lord Wu Ding was unqualified—that was the Sacred Emperors' battlefield. Emperor Rank cultivators had no place playing there.
"Holy Lord, our only option now is to explain personally that Yanlong Jun stole our ancestral artifact and recklessly invaded Kunlun Capital for his own selfish purposes..."
But after a long silence, knowing the Holy Lord surely needed someone to say something, one aide could only steel himself and speak.
Seeing that Holy Lord Wu Ding still betrayed neither joy nor anger, the aide sighed inwardly again. "You shouldn't have to appear personally for this, Holy Lord."
"Enough." Holy Lord Wu Ding shook his head. "Chaoge Holy Land has lost enough face today. My old face won't make much difference."
Inside the arena, the battle had left devastation everywhere. Male and female cultivators were either meditating to recover their energy or swallowing pills—two consecutive draining Dao Law Domains had left them utterly weak.
The stronger teams had private lounges, and most of their members had retreated into them by now—partly because they genuinely had injuries, and partly to avoid further complications.
After all, they had stood by when Yanlong Jun entered the fray. There had been nothing wrong with that in itself, but Lin