Too weak?
The people of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land immediately looked extremely grim.
Although Xiao Yun had spoken softly, everyone present was a cultivator. Even from far away, they could hear him clearly.
Thus, everyone from the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land was in a foul mood, a ball of anger lodged in their chests as they felt utterly humiliated.
In the very heartland of their Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, they had been insulted by a junior. It was simply too stifling.
Yet there was nothing they could do.
Even Yang Xu, the foremost Holy Son, had suffered defeat. Their Desolate Ancient Sacred Land's younger generation had practically been wiped out.
Who else could they send into battle?
Thankfully, they had not allowed outsiders to enter and watch the fight. Otherwise, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land would have lost every shred of face.
"What do we do? The first-, second-, and third-ranked Holy Sons of our Desolate Ancient Sacred Land have all been defeated. Who else can stand against this Xiao Yun?"
"We've already lost three matches in a row. This Xiao Yun is far too powerful. No wonder he could defeat Zhao Wuji, that Desolate Ancient Sacred Body."
"I once thought Xiao Yun had defeated Li Chengdi through formations. Looking at it now, he truly possesses the strength to defeat Li Chengdi head-on."
"Defeated in all three battles—does our Desolate Ancient Sacred Land have no one left? This is too humiliating. Who can defeat Xiao Yun? Must we truly send a Saint into battle?"
Discussion erupted all around, and everyone from the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land felt heavy-hearted.
Xiao Yun had won three consecutive battles, defeating the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land's top three Holy Sons. The overwhelming, invincible aura he displayed left the people of the Desolate Ancient Sacred