"Patriarch Baili, this junior of your family still needs much more tempering. He cannot even withstand such a small setback—how will he shoulder great responsibilities in the future?"
A Quasi-Saint looked at Baili Tusu on the Arena and said with a smile.
His words brimmed with contempt.
A dignified Daluo Golden Immortal who could not even endure such a blow—how was he any different from trash?
He was no different from trash.
"Yes, Patriarch Baili, tell us—how should victory and defeat be decided in this battle?"
"Young Master Baili is about to step into the Quasi-Saint realm. Congratulations to the Baili Family on gaining another Quasi-Saint expert."
"Now that you mention it, we really should offer our congratulations."
"Congratulations, congratulations. A Quasi-Saint can already serve as a pillar of support."
Everyone speaking up had grudges against the Baili Family.
After all, the overall landscape of the several major continents surrounding Meteor Island had long been fixed, and the pie had already been divided.
Yet, relying on its place among the Eastern Region Top Hundred, the Baili Family had successfully gained the favor of an important figure from the Holy Palace. Because of that, they had snatched no small amount from their hands.
Now that they saw the Baili Family's glory was about to fade, how could they not be delighted?
Listening to the congratulations all around him, Patriarch Baili's face turned ashen.
The Baili Family did not lack a Quasi-Saint.
What it lacked was someone in the Eastern Region Top Hundred.
This was not merely a title—it was the Baili Family's gilded signboard.
If his son truly broke through into the Quasi-Saint realm in the middle of battle, then everything would be over.
That gilded signboard would shatter.
The Baili Family might not even be able to keep its footing