Ye Tian shook out his hand, looking utterly unconcerned. He really had not wanted to fight.
Fighting took time and effort. For a slacker like him, who only wanted to lie flat and coast through life, wasn't that pure suffering?
Yet these supreme prodigies failed to recognize what was good for them. For that elusive title of champion, they stubbornly refused to hand over their points.
He had never wanted to become a ruthless bandit. He truly had no choice.
After all... if someone else snatched the champion's title on his own turf, it would be a little hard to save face.
Since he was too lazy to fight Dark Beings and Ancient Ferocious Beasts, he could only settle things once and for all.
Still, a person had to be fair and impartial. He absolutely could not show favoritism toward any Super Prodigy.
Thus, he would gladly take every last point from all nine of them.
Deep in the crater, blood seeped from the Three Lives Daoist Son's mouth. His body was like shattered glass, having suffered a devastating blow.
He had never imagined that Ye Tian would actually hit him.
He had merely thrown out a couple of threats, only for one punch to send him flying.
As a peerless prodigy, being blasted away with a single strike, without the slightest ability to resist, was an immense humiliation!
Worse still, countless prodigies were watching outside, all prominent figures, along with elders from the various sects.
Once the tournament ended and they returned to their own factions, they would inevitably spread the tale far and wide.
He would lose face on a staggering scale!
"Ah! Southern Heaven Divine Aspect!"
The Three Lives Daoist Son let out a piercing cry. His flesh became crystalline, his injuries healed completely, and divine light