"No."
In the Endless Void, Liu Zheng, who had witnessed the entire battle unfold, abruptly rose to his feet.
His face was filled with fury.
The terrifying aura of the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm swirled around him.
With a single glance, he could tell that his daughter was burning herself—burning her Dao, burning her foundation.
Such a method could vastly increase one's combat power in a short time.
But what then?
After one battle, her foundation would be ruined, and she herself would be utterly crippled.
"Old Liu, don't lose your composure."
Seeing that Liu Zheng was about to intervene, a friend beside him hurriedly stopped him.
This arena match was a rule they had spent over ten thousand years wrangling with the Chaos Ancient Clan to establish.
After finally setting those rules, if they broke them with their own hands, they would become a complete joke in the eyes of the Chaos Ancient Clan.
And that would trigger a whole chain of disasters.
For instance, a full-scale invasion by the Chaos Ancient Clan.
With their current overall strength, they still could not confront the Chaos Ferry Ancient Clan head-on.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, we understand how you feel right now, but please consider the greater picture."
"This opportunity was secured only after we exhausted every possible effort. We cannot destroy it with our own hands."
"For the Origin Continent, for all living beings."
"Old Liu, we're not saying you can't protect your daughter, but before the greater good, take a step back."
"We will remember this grudge."
Listening to the voices of persuasion around him, Liu Zheng clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with rage.
Yet he forcibly suppressed that fury.
He was a Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint, after all. He would not be swayed by his emotions.
Looking at Liu