These geniuses possessed peerless talent, but they were far too arrogant, far too confident.
They utterly lacked the courage to start over. Once defeated, they could never rise again.
This had much to do with their starting points and the environments in which they had grown up.
After all, from the moment they were born, they had been surrounded by adoration.
They had stood at the pinnacle from birth.
Their pride did not allow them to fail.
And that was the true reason Li Changsheng had killed himself.
If it had been him, even if he had lost this battle, so long as he was still alive, he would certainly gather his strength again and wait for the next fight.
He would reclaim everything he had lost.
Losing was not what mattered. What mattered was losing the courage to start over.
Ye Lin had not killed him, giving him the courage to begin again, but he had failed to seize it.
In this battle, the Human Race had lost a heritage-grade genius.
A moment later, a powerful figure strode through the Starry Sky. He stared at Li Changsheng's corpse for a long while before finally letting out a sigh, slowly lifting Li Changsheng's body and leaving.
He was Li Changsheng's father.
It would have been a lie to say he was not angry as he watched his son die before his eyes.
But he would not blame Ye Lin, nor would he blame anyone else.
His son had lost because his skills were inferior. No one else was to blame.
Moreover, his son had died by his own hand.
Before the greater cause of the Human Race and its rise, even a heritage-grade genius could be cast aside.
The middle-aged man carried Li Changsheng, taking one step, then another, then