"We... we lost!"
"This was a team match! How could the Shrek Team possibly lose to the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy in a team match?"
"Shrek's ten thousand years of glory are finished."
Yan Shaozhe felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from his body. If not for the railing beside him, he would already have collapsed to the ground.
The scene before his eyes felt utterly unreal.
It was far too different from what he had expected.
The Tang Sect Team had lost.
This meant that Shrek had completely lost its chance at the championship in this tournament.
After all, it was the continent's foremost Soul Master Academy, a sacred haven recognized by every soul master for ten thousand years.
Yet before today, it had never been eliminated in the quarterfinals.
Not to mention that they had sent two teams this time.
If word of this reached the academy, it would undoubtedly stir up a towering storm.
Meanwhile, amid the dense crowd.
Zhongli Wu, dressed in a black robe that concealed him completely, was also watching the match.
His eyes were fixed on Chen Mo with burning intensity as he murmured, "This Chen Mo has already attained such strength at such a young age. He was simply born to be our cult's Holy Son! If we could obtain Chen Mo, why would we ever need to worry about our holy cult's future prosperity?"
The Holy Spirit Cult had recently suffered one loss after another.
Its strength had plummeted.
Even Xuan Zi's addition was still only a cup of water against a blazing cartload of firewood.
After all, the holy cult had lost a Limit Douluo and several Titled Douluos in succession.
Following Long Xiaoyao's death in battle.
Ye Xishui was the Holy Spirit