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Jiang Xuan's calm sweep of the crowd, along with that silent yet ear-splitting "Who else?", was like an invisible slap, viciously striking every Cultivator at Starfall Lake across the face.

Some clenched their fists until their knuckles cracked; some ground their teeth to pieces, blood seeping from their gums; others trembled with rage from head to toe, yet were so cowed by the lingering might of those three bell tolls and that giant palm that they did not dare utter even one harsh word.

"Arrogant!" At last, someone aboard the Canghai Sect's tower ship could bear it no longer and growled, "Do you truly think no one can deal with you?"

Some flew into a rage at Jiang Xuan's victory, but naturally, others rejoiced.

The first to feel that complicated joy were the people of Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace.

Earlier, more than twenty of them had been crushed by Jiang Xuan alone, defeated so thoroughly that they were left covered in dust and disgrace, once becoming a humiliation and laughingstock in the eyes of Southeastern Province's Cultivators.

But now, Jiang Xuan had won battle after battle and had even revealed monstrous talent capable of suppressing an entire province. At this moment, no one dared mention their defeat again—not because they had forgotten, but because they had no face to bring it up.

If even a Demonic Sect holy son of Jimo Luo's caliber could not withstand a single palm from Jiang Xuan, then what did it matter that Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace had lost to him?

Shui Yun looked at that savage figure surrounded by four Phantom Demons, and an exceedingly faint, exceedingly complicated curve even rose unconsciously at the corner of her lips.

It was not schadenfreude, but rather a relieved sense of fortune—fortune that she had lost early