"Yeah, out of so many people, only you three lost. When you came, you shouted that you were invincible under heaven. Well? You lost. Do you understand? You lost."
"Hmph, who knows how the people on the other side are laughing at you three now."
"Go back. There's no place for you here anymore. Standing here is just humiliating yourselves—I'm embarrassed for you."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So? How does losing feel? Not good, huh? Naturally."
As they listened to the crowd pointing fingers at them, the three burly hulks flushed crimson with rage, yet they had no way to refute them.
Forbidden Void had always been a place where strength spoke, and now that they had lost, such reactions were only natural.
But... it was suffocatingly humiliating.
Now they could not even lift their heads. They could only keep their heads lowered and endure these people's abuse.
This was still manageable—there were only a few hundred people here. If this had been inside Forbidden Void, they would never be able to hold their heads high for the rest of their lives.
"Members of the Qilin Clan, our Buddhist Sect proposes a three-day truce. We shall fight again in three days."
Just as Ye Lin was chatting animatedly with Poison Venerable, a young man arrived on the battlefield below and shouted loudly.
Ye Lin and Poison Venerable exchanged surprised glances. Li Changsheng wanted a three-day truce?
Fair enough. They had lost a full hundred matches and a hundred people had died. By now, even Li Changsheng probably could not bear that immense pressure.
Couldn't they see that every member of the Buddhist Sect was already listless and wanted to go home?
"Tell Li Changsheng that a truce is fine, but every day, he must offer us tens of billions of Supreme