The fourteen men turned away with furious faces and hurried off to rest. They simply floated away on spiritual energy. What? Why didn't they walk? Try kneeling for twelve hours, you bastards!
Yin Shen Gong was utterly bewildered. "I... I... gentlemen, please allow me to explain..."
"Master, it's useless."
Fang Che transmitted, "Vice Head Sect Leader Bi has made enemies for you. This can no longer be resolved. In the future, we'll have to strike first."
Yin Shen Gong looked at his excellent disciple with a twisted expression and cursed through transmission, "You butcher, all you know is striking first. Can we even beat them?"
Fang Che calmly replied through transmission, "We can't. But they won't spare us just because we can't beat them. Such a disgrace is impossible to erase now. Even if you rushed over to apologize and tear out your liver and guts, it would do no good."
Yin Shen Gong let out a long sigh.
Damn it... how had things developed to this point?
But that was exactly how things had developed, and Yin Shen Gong could only accept his fate.
Bi Changhong announced the end. The second- and third-place finishers had slipped away long ago. On the entire High Platform, only Yin Shen Gong remained, sitting upright in complete ignorance while circulating his energy with all his might to digest it.
In other words, those fourteen people had knelt for so long solely for Yin Shen Gong.
To make matters worse, Yin Shen Gong had the lowest status.
Hundreds of thousands of people had watched fourteen superior leaders kneel before the leader of a subordinate sect for several hours, while that leader of a subordinate sect sat as immovable and composed as a mountain.
Had he lost much face? He had lost face beyond the