"I lost. I lost..."
Yun Ye lay on the ground, muttering, his eyes filled with pain and despair.
Especially when he looked at Qin Hao standing proudly in midair, the pain in Yun Ye's eyes grew even deeper. Perhaps because the pain was too great, a dull grayness crept into his gaze as well.
Dejection!
"He's the Heavenly Palace Daoist Seed. What am I?"
"A stinking bug?"
Yun Ye's eyes were filled with dejection.
Not far away, Qin Hao saw Yun Ye's reaction clearly and merely shook his head.
He had already shown mercy!
He had not killed Yun Ye outright.
Otherwise, that last sword strike could very well have killed Yun Ye. Even if Yun Ye had somehow survived, he would certainly have been severely wounded!
However, this battle had also given Qin Hao a better understanding of how much his strength had improved.
After his divine soul and heart will had improved, Qin Hao's overall strength had increased severalfold at the very least.
Even against a middle-stage Six-Star Ancestral God, Qin Hao could now put up a fight.
"Yun Ye, calm down!"
Yun Muzhou flashed over to Yun Ye. With anger and disappointment in his eyes, he growled, "One defeat means nothing. You'll still have a chance to turn the tables!"
"It's no use. I've already lost. I've become Qin Hao's stepping stone..." Yun Ye muttered, having completely lost his drive to improve.
"You fool!"
Anger surged through Yun Muzhou, and he slapped Yun Ye across the face with a sharp crack. Although he had not used ancestral god power, the slap landed solidly. Yun Ye did not resist, and his cheek immediately became red and swollen.
As though the blow had knocked him back to his senses, Yun Ye looked at Yun Muzhou in disbelief. The Yun