"Fine, I'll go."
Lu Ding curled his lip at the person before him, then grabbed the silver spear and left the battlefield. This silver spear was his trophy.
"Ahem. My name is Lin Song, and I represent the Wuduo Greater Galaxy."
Lin Song cleared his throat and called out loudly. Lu Ding had won earlier, so he could still represent the Wuduo Greater Galaxy now—it would depend on who could seize the Wuduo Greater Galaxy.
Lin Song stood alone in the battlefield and waited. On the Buddhist Sect's side, the young prodigies looked at one another, all of them silent.
They had all seen Xu Xin's miserable state just now. None of them dared guarantee that they were much stronger than Xu Xin, and at this moment, not a single one spoke up.
That fellow below was simply too brutal.
"Within three breaths, get down there and fight."
Li Changsheng said coldly as he looked at the silent Buddhist Sect prodigies. Xu Xin was dead, killed right before his eyes, and he was in a very bad mood.
In any case, the Buddhist Sect was not his own people. The more who died, the better; it would not affect him in the slightest.
"Fine. I shall make the trip."
Seeing that no one around him dared move, a young man in monk's robes finally stepped forward and headed for the battlefield.
The battles that followed proceeded very quickly.
Third match: Qilin Clan victory.
Fourth match: Qilin Clan victory.
Fifth match: Qilin Clan victory.
And so it went. In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
One hundred and third match: Qilin Clan victory.
Li Changsheng stared at the battlefield before him with bloodshot eyes. Three days—three whole days.
One hundred and three battles had been fought, and he had