Di Cang saw Xiao Yan still chewing on a grass stem, hands in his pockets, lounging carelessly against his seat as he grinned at him.
That smile seemed to mock his overestimation of himself.
He saw Xiao Lingxi in white, sitting quietly there. Not a trace of her aura leaked out, yet she was like a peerless divine sword hidden within its sheath, its edge restrained, making others not dare look directly at her.
He also saw the wielder of All Beings Sword Intent who had once defeated his avatar, looking at him with calm eyes.
There was no mockery in that gaze, no contempt—only a faint... scrutiny.
As though scrutinizing a loser!
They also saw the others.
There was no tension on any of their faces.
There was only ease, only composure.
As though the Celestial Court's undefeated myth was nothing more than that in their eyes.
Di Cang's fists clenched with a creak.
Humiliation!
Unparalleled humiliation!
He was Di Cang!
The strongest of the Celestial Court's younger generation!
The undefeated myth, the only one from ancient times to the present to reach the Extremal State in every realm!
How could he lose?!
How could he possibly lose?!
"Di Cang!"
The Seventh Divine General's voice suddenly rose, carrying an authority that brooked no doubt.
"Calm down!"
Di Cang jolted, and a trace of clarity flashed through his crimson eyes.
He turned to look at the Seventh Divine General.
"You have not lost yet."
The Seventh Divine General's voice was low and powerful. "Of the seven duels, we have only lost two."
"There are still three matches left."
"As long as you win three in a row, you still have a chance!"
"But the prerequisite is that you calm down."
"In your current state, you are unfit to lead the