Stealing the Fruits of Victory

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As the fates of the four Offering Elders were decided, the opportunities left for the remaining contenders grew even fewer.

The treasure mountain was gradually being divided up, and the last few scraps of spoils were now being fought over with even greater ferocity.

Everyone's gaze burned hotter, their hearts filled with anxiety and desire.

On the battlefield where fourteen Titled Douluo had surrounded their target, Ye Guyi's attacks seemed not to have stopped.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Holy Sword in her hand slashed toward another Sea God Pavilion elder.

However, just as the blade was about to fall, the thirteen Titled Douluo shouted in unison:

"Third Offering Elder—please hold back! Give us a chance!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Guyi immediately stopped her attack. The golden Holy Sword in her palm slowly withdrew its radiance.

Her voice was calm and unhurried. "My apologies, everyone. I nearly forgot this was an election."

She then put away all her sharpness, retreating several steps as she turned her gaze toward Xuan Zi, who was fighting Du Busi, the Body Sect's Supreme Sect Master.

The battle between Limit Douluo remained fierce and unpredictable.

The other thirteen Titled Douluo all harbored their own schemes as they watched one another.

Only one Sea God Pavilion elder remained, already gravely injured. Any attack could finish him, but who would claim his head?

Like a gemstone under everyone's watchful gaze, no one could determine who would ultimately obtain it.

No one made the first move. Instead, they guarded against one another, observing every other person's movements.

Because everyone knew that whoever acted first would inevitably be blocked by the rest.

At this moment, Jing Hongchen was even more alarmed than the others, constantly surveying the situation around him.

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