"We... are leaving!"
The Star Hall Master forced the three words out through clenched teeth.
He could no longer stay here for even another breath.
After saying that, he flung back his sleeve, turned around first, transformed into a streak of light, and fled in disarray.
The higher-ups of the other three major forces were equally ashen-faced and did not say a word.
They ordered their disciples to lift the severely wounded elders who had passed out.
Like dogs that had lost their homes, they slunk away from the plaza.
Their fleeing backs, so utterly flustered, formed an extremely ironic contrast with the high spirits they had displayed upon arriving.
Watching them leave in such a sorry state, the disciples and elders of the Chaos Sacred Sect cheered jubilantly.
"We won! We won! The Sect Master is invincible! The Sect Master is mighty!"
Their earth-shaking cheers resounded through the heavens.
Countless disciples wept tears of joy, embracing one another in celebration.
They sang and danced, venting the excitement and pride in their hearts to the fullest.
Everyone's fervent gazes converged on the figure slowly walking down from the arena.
That was their Sect Master, the god who had brought supreme glory to the sect.
At that moment, Yang Lingtian's prestige within the sect reached an unprecedented peak.
Every disciple developed an almost fanatical reverence for him.
The sect's cohesion became stronger than ever.
Yang Lingtian walked up to Ancestor Ganlong and Yang Dingtian, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"I have lived up to your expectations."
"The Sect Master's divine might is unrivaled beneath the heavens. This old man admires you wholeheartedly."
Ancestor Ganlong's aged face flushed with excitement as he bowed deeply to Yang Lingtian.
Yang Lingtian waved his hand and gazed toward the Kalong Mountain Range.
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