By the time Dugu Qingyang was carried away, the battle on the field had already entered its final stretch.
The result was obvious. Lin Heng had faced three alone and utterly crushed the three ancestors.
The Taoist Nun had suffered grievous injuries, her hair stained with blood. Without looking back, she withdrew from the battlefield. Only Old Ghost Dugu continued to tangle with him for a moment longer.
The price was being punched straight into the ground.
Lin Heng strode forward, fished him out of the earth, tossed him aside, and slowly walked over.
"Ancestor, you lost."
"I thought you were supposed to be incredibly strong. Turns out this is all you've got."
Killing someone only meant a head nodding to the ground. Naturally, Lin Heng could not kill an ancestor, so he could only pierce his heart with this kind of humiliation.
Sure enough, Ghost Ancestor, whose face had already been impossible to save, was so furious that he nearly could not catch his breath.
Yet the humiliation was not over. Before the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of watching eyes around them, Lin Heng slowly raised his right foot.
Dugu Gui's expression changed drastically. "Unfilial wretch, you dare! You dare! I am your ancestor..."
When his words fell, Lin Heng still stepped down, planting his foot directly on his already injured chest and ribs.
This was humiliation in the absolute sense!
A venerable old Supreme who had shaken an entire region and dominated the Immortal Realm had actually been defeated by a junior of his own clan before so many people—and trampled beneath his feet.
For a moment, every elder present felt both absurdity and rage.
It was absurd because they did not believe that old-timers like themselves could lose to the new generation.
They were enraged because Dugu Gui