Meanwhile, the people running betting pools in the viewing stands had already erupted into chaos.
"He won! That Grass-Biting Youth really won!"
"I bet my entire household fortune on Di Cang winning, and now it's all gone! Di Cang, why couldn't you even beat an Old Thirteen? Useless!"
"Hahahaha! I bet on the Human Realm! Ten-to-one odds! I'm rich!"
"Madness! They've all gone mad! Who could have imagined Di Cang would lose to an Old Thirteen?!"
"Quick, open a new pool! The next match! I'm betting on the Human Realm in the next match!"
"I'm betting on the Human Realm too! Even Di Cang lost—what does the Celestial Court have left to fight the Human Realm with?!"
Just then, a sudden change erupted on the arena.
"Ahhh!!!"
Di Cang suddenly threw back his head and roared at the sky, his voice brimming with humiliation and unwillingness!
He gripped the hilt of the Heaven's Sin Blade with both hands and struggled to rise from the ground.
His body trembled violently. Not only did the aura within him not weaken, it instead surged wildly in a manner that was nearly self-destructive!
A near-mad obsession burned in his eyes!
"I haven't lost yet!"
"I, Di Cang, can never lose!"
"I haven't exhausted all my trump cards!"
"I can still fight!"
He roared, his aura climbing higher and higher. But at that very moment, a figure appeared before Di Cang as though teleporting.
The Seventh Divine General extended a hand and pressed it firmly onto Di Cang's shoulder.
A vast force poured from the Seventh Divine General's palm, forcibly suppressing the violent power within Di Cang that had nearly spiraled out of control.
"Enough, Di Cang."
The Seventh Divine General's voice was low and icy, his inner fury held tightly in check.
"You have