"Using some inexplicable grudge of your own to attack a participant, killing the Immortal Dragon in the participant's hands—if that's the case, what was the point of holding the competition? Why not just declare you the winners? Or have the rules changed? If one of the participants on either side loses the ability to compete, does that mean the other side wins?" I retreated as I spoke, scanning the forces still gathered around us.
The golden-robed young man before me wore a solemn expression. After hearing my words, he said, "The Shaozheng family chose this outcome. No one could have predicted it, and what the Cold Immortal Sect did truly exceeded everyone's expectations. But I ask that you calm down and refrain from causing any more slaughter. Let everyone resolve this matter calmly and peacefully. How does that sound?"
"Heh, so you're saying that after I killed so many members of the Shaozheng family and countless blindly obedient family lackeys, we can pretend nothing happened? Resolve it calmly and peacefully—how? By sacrificing our loss in this competition to settle everything?" I replied with a cold laugh. There was no doubt that the young man was a Chosen One from some major family, possessing a powerful aura. At the same time, he had enough deterrent force to keep every family from stepping across the line.
"Those who marched willingly to their deaths have no one to blame but themselves. Those who blindly sought death can only blame their inferior skills. Your counterattack in self-defense was entirely justified. Either they died, or you did, so in the end, it all came down to strength. What is there that cannot be resolved? As for the competition, regarding the Immortal Dragon being slain, I have no way to pass judgment on the Cold Immortal