"This battle, Origin Continent wins."
With the referee's command, the matter had come to an end.
Origin Continent had clearly won, yet none of Origin Continent's spectators or contestants had any joy on their faces.
Liu Beixuan clearly had not needed to die in this battle.
Yet in the end, he had still died.
They were furious.
Liu Beixuan clearly could have lived.
Trading the death of a prodigy for one victory was a bitter taste—an exceedingly bitter one.
They wanted to be happy, but could not bring themselves to rejoice.
They felt awful.
If they rejoiced, they would chill the heart of the dead Liu Beixuan and chill the hearts of everyone else.
Yet if they did not rejoice, they had indeed won this battle.
They had truly won.
Thus, they were conflicted—deeply conflicted.
"Damn it, this Sword Fiend couldn't even rest in peace after dying. He had to take someone with him even in death. Damn him."
"Who says otherwise? What a hateful thing."
"That idiot Sword Fiend had to drag one of our prodigy powerhouses down with him even after dying."
"He couldn't even rest in peace after dying. If you're dead, then just die properly."
"Exactly."
The Origin Continent spectators all looked grim as they muttered curses under their breaths.
When the Origin Continent cultivators in the competition saw this, they too snorted coldly.
However, they did not say anything further.
What had happened had happened. No matter what they said, it was useless now.
They could only ensure that they would win the next battle.
This was the final effort they could make.
As long as they won, they would be able to face everyone with a clear conscience.
Still, the anger in their hearts remained.
That anger would turn entirely into fury during the