At this moment, his earlier words—"You are merely too weak"—were no longer arrogant boasting, but a solid, weighty judgment.
This sight also made Mu Nianshang's expression somewhat hard to maintain.
But with the Divine Firmament Sect Elder eyeing her like a tiger watching its prey, she could not flare up. In the end, she could only snort coldly, flick her sleeve, and leave.
Yet though she had left, this storm was far from over.
"We... lost?"
Mu Nianshang's attack and departure were like the final heavy hammer blow, smashing the last trace of luck in the hearts of the Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace Cultivators to pieces.
No matter how unwilling they were to believe it, no matter how incredulous they felt, they had no choice but to admit one fact—they had lost.
And they had been overwhelmingly defeated in a battle of more than twenty against one.
Such an outcome left their minds dazed.
Yet who among those present was not shaken and unable to believe it, besides the Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace Cultivators?
Qin Xiangling, Luo Jingli, Peng Wanli, Xia He, Zhen Youqing... Everyone aboard the flying vessel and at the scene found the result of this battle inconceivable.
Among them, however, those who were most shocked, most unable to believe it, and most bewildered were undoubtedly the Eastern Aristocratic Clan Cultivators on the third floor of Drunken Dream Star-Moon, who had long decided to sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight, waiting to reap the fisherman's profit.
"He won? Jiang Xuan actually won?"
"But how is that possible?!"
"Senior Brother... was he really this powerful?"
Jiang Xuan's almost utterly crushing display sent the hearts and minds of Xia He, Luo Jingli, Peng Wanli, and the others into turmoil as well.
They knew Jiang Xuan was