After all the ripples subsided, Yue Chan lay in a huge crater, blood flowing from her body. Shen Qianhua stood where she was, her face pale and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
It was now obvious that Shen Qianhua had won. Not only could she still stand there, but she still had some strength left in her body, while Yue Chan lay on the ground without a shred of strength remaining.
Everyone wore smiles as they excitedly shouted Shen Qianhua's name. This was the glory of a victor.
The surroundings were abuzz. Everyone else was discussing Shen Qianhua, talking about how powerful she had been just now and how intense the battle had been. For a time, Shen Qianhua's popularity reached its peak, and she was welcomed, adored, and respected by countless people.
As for the defeated Yue Chan, not many people disparaged her either, because her strength had also been terrifying. They could never possess such power, and Yue Chan had only lost to Shen Qianhua by a little, not by much.
Shen Qianhua was also extremely weak at this moment, but defeating Yue Chan made her very happy. With a light laugh, she said to Yue Chan, "You still lost to me. Can you still resist me now?"
Yue Chan's expression was unsightly as she tried hard to stand, but she did not have even a trace of strength.
With a faint smile, Shen Qianhua walked toward Yue Chan.
On the high platform outside the secret realm, the people of the Goddess Palace wore faint smiles. They did not oppose what Shen Qianhua was doing. The Goddess Palace itself loathed men greatly and was more inclined toward women.
Moreover, they had developed a secret technique that allowed one to become pregnant without men, and the