Main spacetime.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Although, after Shen Zhenhai's miserable defeat—
Everyone had successfully realized that the entire Yuting Martial Arts Tournament no longer held even the slightest meaning in continuing.
After all.
The final winner had indeed already appeared.
Ling Wuyuan's invincible strength.
Had truly filled the other contestants with heartfelt sorrow.
But after pondering the matter back and forth.
Tianji City, as the organizer, ultimately chose to continue the tournament.
Well...
There was no helping it.
At this point, stopping the tournament midway would indeed have been rather regrettable.
And, more importantly, Ling Wuyuan had not shown any sign of already being tired of the competition, had he?
So, even if it was like ministers accompanying an emperor who had yet to ascend the throne in playing a game, Tianji City and the other factions decisively chose to continue the Yuting Martial Arts Tournament.
After all, no spectators would refuse to watch the excitement a while longer. At most, a few contestants might feel a little awkward.
That was a minor issue.
A minor issue not worth mentioning.
Thus, after that day, another full two days passed before the Yuting Martial Arts Tournament finally came to a successful conclusion.
With everyone already knowing the outcome in advance, Ling Wuyuan won the final victory in a perfectly imagined manner, openly and honorably relying on his overwhelming strength.
At that moment.
Amid cheers that answered the hopes of the masses.
An even more enormous Torrent of Karma automatically surged forth. Likewise, at that moment.
Ling Wuyuan sincerely felt that his spiritual will was undergoing some kind of transformation.
Like a cicada shedding its shell.
Amid those cheers and that glory, beneath the praise and adoration of countless people, he grew several degrees stronger once