"Yuan Hongying, today you dueled Di Kuohai. You have already lost. Do you admit defeat?"
Mountain God Yi Xun's voice was like a muffled thunderclap erupting out of nowhere, blasting directly into Yuan Hongying's mind as he struggled to his feet, still shrieking in agony.
In an instant, it stunned Yuan Hongying senseless, even stopping his screams.
He blankly raised his head and looked at Ye Zhen, who was staring down at him from above; at Mountain God Yi Xun, watching him through the protective barrier; at Eunuch Fu, whose gaze was filled with concern; and at Granny Mao, who was staring fixedly at him with tears glimmering in her eyes.
Everything before him proclaimed one fact—he had lost!
Yuan Hongying had lost!
Yet before this battle, Yuan Hongying seemed never to have considered that he might lose!
So he had not prepared for losing at all!
He had not prepared himself mentally for it in the slightest.
He only felt a suffocating heaviness in his chest, as though a great mountain were pressing down upon his heart, leaving him unable to breathe.
The word "loss" was like a sharp blade stabbed straight into his heart!
What depressed him even more was that today's battle seemed not to have lasted long.
During his previous battle against Di Kuohai at the Five Immortal Arena, he had unleashed every divine ability and method at his disposal. Though he had lost, he had fought to his heart's content and lost without regrets!
But today's battle had seemingly ended just after it began. Many of his methods had gone unused, and he had never even gotten the chance to use the all-out, blade-against-blade methods he had prepared to stake his life against Di Kuohai.
This loss was utterly stifling.
Looking back now, it seemed