Gonggong Juefeng had lost.
He struggled to climb up from the ground, his bones creaking all over as blood continued to spill from his mouth.
The Myriad Laws Immortal Armor on his body had also dimmed considerably, clearly damaged in its clash with Li Qingshan's Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Divine Fist.
His stern face was filled with complicated emotions—unwillingness, shock, but above all, heartfelt admiration.
He had lost this battle with complete conviction.
"I lost."
His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a trace of unwillingness but even more frank acceptance.
Though he was unwilling to accept it, he also understood that Li Qingshan had held back.
The power of Li Qingshan's Great Fate Immortal Art, capable of plucking the strings of fate, was simply not something he could contend against!
Had Li Qingshan harbored killing intent and struck to kill him the instant he plucked those strings of fate, he likely would not have been able to remain standing here alive!
"Fellow Daoist Li's strength is far above mine."
Gonggong Juefeng raised his head. In those ice-cold eyes, a flash of sincere admiration appeared. "Gonggong Juefeng accepts this wholeheartedly!"
Li Qingshan smiled calmly and cupped his hands.
"You let me win."
His tone was mild, without the slightest hint of pride.
Such bearing and composure earned the secret admiration of everyone present.
As expected of someone who could defeat Zhurong Qianxue and Gonggong Juefeng. This calmness and indifference were far beyond what ordinary geniuses could match.
At the same time, Zhurong You loudly announced, his voice resonating through the Heavenly Realm Palace like a great bell.
"I announce that the champion of this Heavenly Realm Assembly is Li Qingshan!"
The eyes of the many geniuses were filled with emotion and excitement.
Although Li Qingshan was not from the Twelve Tribes,