"We won! Beautiful! That disgusting bastard was taken out! That battle was truly satisfying to watch."
"Indeed, satisfying—but it was still a bit lacking. Fellow Daoist Zhao was seriously injured."
"Hmph, this is the strength of the Origin Continent's prodigies. The Chaos Ancient Clan are nothing but earthen chickens and pottery dogs."
"Indeed. We've already begun to turn defeat into victory. From here on, victory will ultimately belong to us—it will always belong to us."
"That's right. The word 'victory' absolutely belongs to us. No one else deserves it."
"Amazing. After watching the entire battle, there are only two words I can say: amazing."
Watching Zhao Zhaoxue leave, the cultivators observing the battle began cheering one after another.
They had won again.
At this rate, sooner or later, they would be able to even the score with the Chaos Ancient Clan.
From being at a disadvantage at the very beginning to ending in a draw, that was all strength—absolute strength.
The prodigies of their Origin Continent were powerful too. They would not fall behind at all.
At this moment, their confidence returned.
"Fellow Daoists, the rest is up to you."
"Don't let the Chaos Ancient Clan grow too arrogant."
Dragging her heavily injured body, Zhao Zhaoxue gave the participating cultivators a faint smile. Her gaze lingered on Ye Lin for a moment before she turned and left.
Having won a battle, she needed to go tend to her injuries.
Besides that, she could continue watching the battles.
There was no longer any burden on her shoulders.
Her reputation and strength had all been proven in that battle just now.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Zhao. We will certainly give it our all. The Chaos Ancient Clan may not even be able to withstand a single move from us."
"That's right. Fellow