"Cough, cough... then shall we continue the competition?"
Nie Zhao coughed lightly twice and spoke.
After two battles, the three marshals of the three great imperial dynasties had basically all been crippled.
Yet the competition was not over.
At present, the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty had three votes, while the Tranquil Heart Imperial Dynasty and the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty each had five.
The Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty was still at the bottom.
"Next, let these little brats have a good time."
"I agree."
"I'm in favor as well."
As soon as Liu Zheng finished speaking, the other two voiced their agreement.
The three of them were seriously injured and needed time to recuperate.
The coming battles would have to be taken over by others.
"Everyone, let me say something."
Before anyone made a move, Ye Lin took the initiative to speak.
"May I ask what guidance you have, Senior?"
Wuchen turned to look at Ye Lin.
That earlier battle had thoroughly beaten Wuchen into submission. Now, he addressed Ye Lin as Senior, his words brimming with respect.
"I think the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty should take first place."
"As for the rest, your two imperial dynasties can compete for them."
"If the two of you disagree, then I hope the experts under your command will go all out in the matches to come."
Ye Lin's expression was calm, and so was his tone.
The moment his words fell, the two marshals in the distance frowned slightly.
Ye Lin's words were arrogant—so arrogant they had no bounds.
The two marshals frowned.
The experts from their respective imperial dynasties behind them frowned as well.
Though Ye Lin's words were arrogant, they truly... had no room to refute him.
They had all seen Ye Lin defeat Wuchen with a single sword strike.
That strike