"She lost?"
"Even she lost? How are we supposed to win the matches after this?"
"Damn the Chaos Ancient Clan! How dare they kill my goddess! Fuck, if I weren't so weak, I'd slaughter every last one of you."
"If you're so weak, what are you barking for?"
"If I had the strength, I'd go too. Fuck, watching this has filled my belly with fire. I want to get up there and kill them."
In the spectator stands, the cultivators were red-faced and thick-necked with rage.
Another loss.
But this time, their reaction had changed.
After the last loss, they had felt the might of the Chaos Ancient Clan, along with disappointment at the defeat.
This time, however, there was nothing but anger.
She was dead.
Murong Zhuangning was dead.
And she had died right before their eyes.
The Chaos Ferry Ancient Clan had killed her.
Although the fight had been fair and honorable, and the powerful Chaos Ferry Ancient Clan had won through sheer strength, they were still furious.
They had lost. How could they not be angry?
They wished they could roll up their sleeves and take on the other side.
But they lacked the strength.
Compared with the cultivators in the spectator stands, the contestants were very quiet.
There were hardly any of them left anyway.
They showed no fluctuations in emotion. Their eyes held nothing but calm.
A calm that could even be called terrifying.
They were neither angry nor sad, only calm.
It was as though they had already learned to take it all lightly.
What they actually thought, only they themselves knew.
"Not bad."
Ye Lin uttered those two words, then closed his eyes again.
Win or lose, Murong Zhuangning's strength had been impressive.
Her opponent had simply been stronger.
Murong Zhuangning's defeat had