A Hasty Conclusion

Hearing Li Qinglian's words, a faint smile appeared on Ye Yun's pale face. "Brother Li, I only won this match by a stroke of luck.

If I were to fight you fair and square, I might not necessarily be able to defeat you!"

At this, Li Qinglian put away the disappointment in his heart and wore a confident smile once more. "Little Brother Ye, when there is a chance in the future, let us have a proper fight.

For now, you should go and receive the honor that belongs to you!"

With that, Li Qinglian turned and stepped down from the arena, heading toward the Great White Sword Sect's area.

As Li Qinglian's figure gradually receded, the dust waves raised by the explosion also dispersed, revealing the scene hidden beneath them.

Once they clearly saw what had happened, the crowd, which had only just recovered from the explosion, fell into a stupor once again.

The former No. 2 arena had been reduced to a heap of rubble. The No. 1 and No. 3 arenas beside it had suffered the same fate.

Only Ye Yun stood quietly atop the rubble, while Li Qinglian walked toward the Great White Sword Sect.

This scene gave everyone the same answer.

They all understood that the champion of this Great Dynasty Tournament belonged to Ye Yun of the Purple Extreme Sect.

In the Purple Extreme Sect's area, when all the disciples saw this scene,

they could not help cheering. Ling Chen and He Yue in particular were so excited that they jumped up and down.

They looked as though they themselves had won the championship.

Even the Fifth Elder, whose face had remained gloomy all day, could not help revealing a smile when he saw this.

There was both surprise and admiration in his gaze