Although the protective formation around the arena was not particularly advanced, it was by no means so easily shattered.
The battle between Ye Yu and Zhu Huan had truly exceeded everyone's expectations.
As the dust settled, all eyes were fixed upon the center of the arena, eager to see the outcome.
Soon, their figures gradually emerged.
At this moment, Zhu Huan's armor was already utterly shattered, savage sword wounds covered his body, and blood streamed like a flood.
Likewise, Ye Yu was not in much better condition. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips, his aura had become somewhat disordered, and the web between the thumb and forefinger of the hand gripping the Autumn Water Sword had split open and bled.
Seeing this, the Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator presiding over the match turned to look toward the stands.
The matter was no longer his to decide.
That was because both of them had been blasted beyond the arena. By the rules, both had already been eliminated.
The people from the ten super dynasties exchanged glances, and their gazes finally settled on Zhu Lin.
The meaning was obvious. As for the outcome, Zhu Lin would decide for himself.
Zhu Lin gave Ye Yu a long look and lightly tapped his fingers against the armrest. Yet before he could speak, Zhu Huan spoke first. "I lost."
The moment those words fell, the entire venue erupted. Everyone looked at Zhu Huan in utter disbelief.
The Zhu Dynasty had admitted defeat? A super dynasty had admitted defeat? This was the first time in history that a super dynasty had conceded to someone from a low-ranking dynasty.
"Big Brother, have you lost your mind?! You conceded?!" Zhu Yan sprang to his feet beside him, his face full of disbelief.
Zhu Huan