Li Zixin had not given her nephew any chance to catch his breath. The moment the match began, she sent out the two strongest Sword Immortal disciples who had yet to take the field, directly winning two rounds. As for the third round, although Li Zaoyuan had brought out his backbone, how could a team that had lost two rounds in a row and still had not recovered have any chance of making a comeback?
Li Zaoyuan's team was utterly crushed in the third round. One by one, the disciples emerged with unsettled expressions, like defeated roosters, even their voices carrying uncertainty.
Li Zaoyuan said nothing. He crushed his cup into dust, and his fury seemed almost tangible—perhaps it would burn all the way to Li Zixin on the spot.
Li Zixin wore an expression that showed no arrogance despite her victory. After exchanging a few simple words with her disciples, she sent them back to their original spot to rest.
"Third Brother, you fought so desperately, and in the end, you still came to the Second Battle Zone? But these disciples' morale... Hehe, they lost to the same team too. But you came to deliver yourself up as food for your Second Brother, didn't you?" Li Xunji could not resist kicking him while he was down. He had lost in the first round, and his fury was beyond description—especially since he had lost to the same team.
Li Zaoyuan gritted his teeth in fury and said, "Second Brother, are you insisting that I came to your battle zone to deliver myself up as food? Fine. Then I simply won't go there. Can't I switch to a less popular battle zone?"
"Huh? Third Brother, you couldn't get into the First Battle Zone, so are you going straight for the very