The Northern Region martial artists won cleanly and decisively, drawing a burst of cheers from the Martial Arts Arena.
Although quite a few Eastern Region martial artists wore displeased expressions, even more people lacked such a strong "Eastern Region honor" and "sense of belonging to the Eastern Region."
They worshiped only the strong. Since the Northern Region martial artists had won, they believed those martial artists deserved the cheers.
Only a small number of Eastern Region martial artists looked worried, secretly cursing the disciples of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects of Chu for failing to strive for progress and losing so miserably.
"The Tianshui Sect, the Chen Family, and the Celestial Immortal Sect... The Five Great Families and Seven Sects of Chu have already lost three matches in a row."
"Could it be that a martial artist at the Holy Son level is going to take the field next?"
"Impossible."
"This is currently a contest between the top geniuses of the various sects. Martial artists at the Holy Son level cannot possibly take the field!"
"Unless a Holy Son provokes them, there's no way it would lead to a battle between Holy Sons!"
"Still, I'm rather looking forward to the Eastern Region Holy Sons participating. After all, the Northern Region martial artists are being so arrogant. It would be good if a few Eastern Region Holy Sons came over and suppressed their arrogance."
Inside the Martial Arts Arena, all the martial artists had different thoughts as they began whispering among themselves.
Lin Bai, Qiao Mo, Ye Guyu, and Qin Yao sat in a private room on the fifty-second floor, watching people coming and going in the Tianshui Sect's private rooms on the floors below.
"What should we do now?" Ye Guyu asked worriedly. "The Chen Family, the Celestial