"Farewell, Fellow Daoist Liu."
"Farewell, Fellow Daoist Liu."
"Farewell."
Watching Liu Yan choose to self-destruct and end her suffering rather than endure further humiliation, the cultivators all bowed to see her off.
Ye Lin stood among the crowd, bowing along with everyone else.
Origin Continent had lost this battle.
Liu Yan had self-destructed, and an entire prefecture of the Eastern Region was ceded to the Chaos Ancient Clan.
"Liu Zheng, that brat definitely won't survive. Even if you don't make a move, we will."
Seeing Liu Zheng's expressionless face, the surrounding powerhouses spoke up to console him.
"There's no need for you to act."
"I'll do it myself."
Liu Zheng remained expressionless, calm to an extreme, without the slightest ripple on his face.
"If he had defeated her fair and square, if my daughter had died in battle, I wouldn't make things difficult for him. A loss is a loss—I, Liu Zheng, would accept it."
"But he should never, ever have done this."
With that, Liu Zheng slowly closed his eyes.
In his heart, Lai Te was already a dead man.
He had ten thousand ways to kill Lai Te.
"Senior Sister Liu, Senior Sister..."
On the island, a sweet-faced young woman covered her mouth and fell to her knees, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was drenched in tears.
She kept screaming herself hoarse.
But no matter how she screamed, her senior sister would never return.
Behind her, countless cultivators remained silent.
No one wept, no one spoke. They simply maintained an eerie silence.
The silence continued.
"The Chaos Ancient Clan has won this battle."
"The Chaos Ancient Clan receives Icefield Prefecture of the Origin Continent."
"One day from now, contestants for the next battle will be selected."
As those words