"You are the only strong opponent who has ever made me want to befriend you."
"What a pity..."
"If we were of the same race, we would surely have been close friends."
"What a pity. We are not, so we can only meet as opponents."
Shadow Fiend murmured to himself.
He slowly drew his long blade.
Shi Poxiao's massive body toppled backward, then crashed heavily onto the arena, utterly devoid of life.
Shadow Fiend stared at the corpse for a long while before turning and leaving.
With a single step, ripples spread through space, and his entire figure vanished completely.
At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.
Ye Lin stood amid the crowd, looking at everyone around him.
The cultivators nearby all lowered their heads, not saying a word.
None of them even had the courage to raise their heads, nor did they have a shred of strength left.
"Three consecutive losses..."
"Three consecutive losses..."
Yan Ting, standing beside Ye Lin, spoke softly, his voice trembling faintly.
Three consecutive losses.
On their side, three top-tier freakish prodigies had fallen in succession.
Normally, they were all quite close and knew one another.
Though the Origin Continent was vast, the circle was small.
They would always run into one another.
Yet at this moment, three friends had died in succession.
How could he possibly accept such a blow?
Their friends had died, the Origin Continent had lost three great provinces, and on top of that, they had been saddled with infamy.
Even in death, they could not rest in peace.
Was the Chaos Ancient Clan truly that powerful?
They had actually caused their side to suffer three consecutive defeats.
It was simply unbelievable—utterly unbelievable.
"We'll win."
Ye Lin glanced at Yan Ting and spoke softly.
As he spoke, he did not