"You're pretty strong, you know."
"Even I took a nasty hit."
"Impressive. Truly impressive."
Looking at Ling Juehan, who had long since stopped breathing, Hong Xiao smiled and shook his head.
If he hadn't been strong enough, he really might have lost to this man.
But now, he had won.
He had won, and it was all over.
The curtain had fallen. It was time to leave.
"An Innate Spirit Treasure."
Hong Xiao's eyes burned as he looked at the little bell lying quietly on the ground in the distance.
This was an Innate Spirit Treasure, not some cabbage you could pick up anywhere.
He glanced around, then walked over step by step. Bending down, he reached out to take the Innate Spirit Treasure.
Before he could touch it, however, a terrifying force erupted from its surface and drove him back three steps.
In the blink of an eye, the little bell slipped into the void and vanished.
"Damn it. That piece of junk has quite the attitude."
"I don't want it anyway."
Hong Xiao cursed under his breath, his face dark. Then he clasped his hands behind his back, turned, and left.
As Hong Xiao stepped down from the arena, it was all over.
"We lost."
A cultivator watching the battle lowered his head.
He didn't know who Ling Juehan was. He only knew they had lost, and lost utterly.
The Origin Continent had lost another match.
If this kept up, things would get ugly.
"There's nothing to say about that fight. He crushed him with sheer strength. Nothing else to it."
"Exactly. It was a crushing defeat. There's nothing to say. We have to accept it."
"We accept it."
"Farewell, Fellow Daoist Ling."
"Farewell, Fellow Daoist Ling."
"Farewell..."
The cultivators watching the battle lowered their heads one after