Gong Long had lost an arm to Little Black's bite and fled in a sorry state.
The Immortal Slaying Cult Young Master had lost a life to Li Ye.
When the news spread, countless people were stunned.
"Has that dog from the Divine Body Lineage really grown this powerful?"
"The Divine Body actually recovered."
Some marveled; others shuddered at the thought.
Still others wore strange expressions, recalling the Gong Clan True Immortal's bold claim that the Gong Clan would surely produce an heir unrivaled in the Human World this generation.
Instead, one after another had been slain by the Divine Body Lineage.
The Gong Clan True Immortal's boast had become a laughingstock.
"What nonsense, claiming they're destined to be unrivaled this generation. How brazen."
Someone sneered.
"Gong Shaoyu was killed, and Gong Long fled in defeat. Can a clan like that really rule supreme for an entire generation? I haven't seen any sign of it."
Another genius spoke, mocking Gong Shaoyu for his cold indifference as he watched the Dark Genius slaughter the people of the world.
Gong Long was devious and deceitful, striking from the shadows. He was no gentleman.
By no measure did he seem like a hero.
"Primordial City, you've done well!"
Beyond the Ancient Road, the Gong Clan True Immortal's expression was utterly grim.
He hadn't expected Li Ye to recover.
And with Gong Long's defeat, the Gong Clan's reputation had plummeted. The world no longer held them in anything like the awe it once had.
Little Black's conflicted expression made Li Ye want to punch him.
The damned dog was clearly upset that Li Ye hadn't died, ruining his second chance to inherit the "legacy."
Li Ye gritted his teeth.
In the end, Little Black told them the whole story.
"Gong Long returned