"Has the fighting in there ended? Why haven't we felt anything for so long?"
"It should be over. Didn't you see? That sky full of Heavenly Tribulation just dispersed."
"I wonder who won... Li Mu managed to manifest two Supreme Grade Golden Bodies. He can't be ordinary."
"But Su Zhao and Zhao Tianji are Holy Sons of the Temple of Light and Origin Hall. With those two joining forces, Li Mu's chances were slim."
As the crowd debated, the dark curtain of light that had blocked their view for so long began to dissipate.
The dense Darkness Force slowly receded like a veil of mist scattered by the wind, revealing the scene within.
Every eye turned toward it.
The gathered prodigies looked up in unison at the fading Darkness Space.
When the curtain vanished completely, a figure stood before them with his hands behind his back.
He wore an azure robe and had refined, handsome features. An azure palm-leaf fan rested in his hand. He looked exactly like Zhao Tianji, Holy Son of Origin Hall.
But this Zhao Tianji was Qin Yan in disguise.
In his other hand, he carefully held a golden figure.
The Light Power around that figure had dimmed almost to nothing, and his aura was so faint it was barely perceptible. Who else could he be but Su Zhao, Holy Son of the Temple of Light?
"Hiss—who would've thought Zhao Tianji of Origin Hall would be the winner!"
"But why is he carrying Su Zhao like a dead dog?"
"What happened in there? Where's Li Mu?"
The warriors were stunned and bewildered.
This clash between three top prodigies had ended nothing like they had expected.
Just then, "Zhao Tianji" spoke.
His expression was grave. His eyes, which should have shone with triumph, were filled with grief