Xia Yun stared blankly at Luo Zheng before her.
As far as she was concerned, Tan Xuan had killed Shang Long, so it was only natural for Luo Zheng to take advantage of the opportunity and kill her as well.
She had never expected him to hold back at the final moment.
"I admit defeat," Xia Yun said.
Luo Zheng nodded slightly. As he released his hand, he also withdrew his sword.
From a distance, Xia Feng saw that Luo Zheng had spared his sister's life. He let out a long breath of relief, and his expression eased.
Afterward, both sides dispelled their Desolate God Power and returned to their respective clans.
"Fantastic, Luo Zheng! How did you break through her sword net?" Cheng Wei asked, his face brimming with excitement as he came up and gave Luo Zheng a hug.
The other members of the Chi You Clan also swept away their gloom.
They had been too stifled during the previous four battles. Aside from Cheng Wei, who had truly won one match, they had lost every other battle—and even one person had fallen. It had been a crushing defeat!
If Luo Zheng lost as well, once news of this spread, many sects and forces dependent on the Chi You Clan would probably develop ulterior motives.
"With Brother Luo Zheng's strength, he should sweep through the Xuanyuan Clan," Mao Xue said, her large eyes curving into crescent moons.
Zi Yu smiled faintly. "There are still two tough battles ahead. We can't let our guard down, especially against that Xian Ze."
"Mm." Luo Zheng nodded.
In the seventh battle, Luo Zheng won, and the Chi You Clan's morale soared.
On the Xuanyuan Clan's side, however, the atmosphere grew tense.
They did not care much about losing this battle. What mattered