"Why..."
The area around the arena was utterly silent. No one spoke, no one moved; a falling needle could have been heard.
After a long while, a cultivator spoke in a trembling voice.
Why...
What he was asking was not why Blood Slaughter had won, but why Blood Chan Zi had died.
Blood Chan Zi was an unparalleled prodigy whom countless supreme experts would rather offend every Buddhist faction in the Western Region to protect.
He had comprehended the true self and made himself his own Dao.
He possessed great perseverance, peerless talent, and terrifying strength.
Yet such a powerhouse had actually died.
Why?
Was the Chaos Ancient Clan truly that powerful?
"Blood Chan Zi's own strength was enough to rank among the top five in the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm across the entire Origin Continent."
"And such a peak powerhouse actually died."
"Fake. It's all fake. All of this is fake."
"Impossible! I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it! How could this be possible? It's completely impossible!"
"I don't believe it. I don't."
Countless cultivators declared that they could not believe it. Some had even begun to break down.
How could he lose?
How could Blood Chan Zi die?
In their hearts, Blood Chan Zi had been a powerhouse certain to win.
Blood Chan Zi had been famous for a long time, and his strength had always been incomparably terrifying.
As the saying went, beneath a great reputation there were no hollow men.
Blood Chan Zi's terrifying strength had won their wholehearted conviction.
But now, they were being told that the unparalleled prodigy in whom they had placed such immense hopes, trust, and confidence had simply died?
And he had died at the hands of an unfamiliar powerhouse they had neither seen nor heard of, someone utterly