Seeing Yuchi Zhengde's injuries recover so rapidly, the imperial clan heads, who had been filled with unwillingness just moments ago, seemed to have kindled new hope in their hearts.
"Look, Yuchi Zhengde's wounds have actually healed so quickly."
"His physical body is so strong!"
"I wonder if he still has any other tricks up his sleeve?"
Perhaps unwilling to accept defeat, the clan heads once again pinned their hopes on Yuchi Zhengde.
They hoped that Yuchi Zhengde still had some hidden means.
Though they themselves knew that such hope was little more than wishful thinking.
Yet just as the clan heads' new hopes flared to life, Yuchi Zhengde's words—"I lost"—completely extinguished the flame of hope.
They knew all too well how proud Yuchi Zhengde was. Unless Jiang Feng's strength held an absolute advantage over his own, he would never bow his head, much less personally utter the three words, "I lost."
The imperial clan heads felt as though a bolt from a clear sky had struck them savagely on the head, scattering their wits and souls.
Yuchi Zhengde's defeat seemed to signify the decline of imperial power and the collapse of the Thirteen Imperial Clans' system!
In stark contrast, beyond the imperial city, the army of ten thousand True Gods erupted in thunderous cheers.
The Red-Scaled Giant Python danced through the air, its enormous body streaking like a bolt of red lightning as it swerved left and right in celebration.
A faint smile appeared on Mu Guiqing's face.
Though she had long anticipated this outcome, her heart was still filled with delight at this moment.
Especially since, in today's battle, the strength Yuchi Zhengde had displayed had likewise taken everyone present by surprise.
She had encountered true experts before. Within the ruins, she had even boldly exchanged blows with experts