Wang Qi and Ai Qinglan naturally had no intention of continuing their discussion of victory or defeat. One after the other, they left directly.
But Ai Qinglan's "Whatever you say" stirred up a towering uproar.
"'Whatever you say'? What exactly did that mean? Did this count as a win, a loss, or a draw?" Huang Shiyun was somewhat at a loss. He temporarily stopped his calculator and asked Bai Junjie beside him, "Old Bai, this is..."
"Using Golden Core-level essence to control a Primordial Spirit Domain must have a time limit. Otherwise, those half a step into the Primordial Spirit stage could be treated as Primordial Spirit cultivators." Bai Junjie seemed as though he had been struck senseless as well, his tone nearly a murmur in a dream. "In that regard, Wang Qi was clearly stronger than Ai Qinglan. He could use the Primordial Spirit Domain for longer. But in terms of absolute combat power, Ai Qinglan was still stronger..."
Endurance and firepower were not the same thing, making them difficult to compare side by side.
And Wang Qi and Ai Qinglan had not established any rules beforehand, so there was no way to determine victory or defeat in this match.
Yet in everyone's hearts, most leaned toward calling it a draw.
Some even leaned slightly toward Wang Qi, since he could still fight.
"You've got to be kidding..."
"It was actually a draw..."
"They fought to a draw..."
"This Wang Qi was a little too monstrous..."
The spectators had already exploded into an uproar.
And the effects of this matter were not confined to this tiny place.
At that moment, all of Divine Land churned.
Within Guanghua Hall of the Returning to One Alliance, Ai Changyuan let out a long breath and clenched his fists. "I thought I