"Xuan Qiwu! Xuan Qiwu! Xuan Qiwu..."
The cultivators of the Great Qin Dynasty, along with Ying Ming Hao, Su Yan, and the others, erupted like ignited powder kegs, taking the lead in shouting at the tops of their lungs, their faces flushed liver-red with excitement.
Fatty Zhang, Lin Qi, and the others shouted along with Ying Ming Hao while silently shedding tears of regret, their hearts a jumble of flavors, as though someone had overturned a bottle of mixed seasonings.
If heaven gave them another chance to choose, they would follow Ying Ming Hao without wavering. Whatever Ying Ming Hao told them to do, they would do, never singing a contrary tune...
The other cultivators, however, drooped like frostbitten eggplants. Not one joined in the cheering, as though Xuan Qiwu's victory had brought them no joy at all. They seemed to have been hoping for Feng Xingyao to win instead.
"Girl, how are you?!"
Feng Zhantian had no time to grieve over losing his entire fortune. He hurried to Feng Xingyao's side and enveloped her in his pure spiritual power like warm sunlight to heal her injuries, fumbling frantically for a pill to give her.
Yet after searching for ages, he found nothing. Only then did he remember that he had wagered everything he owned. Now he did not even have a single tenth-grade pill of the lowest quality...
Feng Zhantian froze in place as though struck by an Immobilization Curse, but he soon came to his senses. He hastily pulled a Healing Pill from Feng Xingyao's Storage Ring and fed it to her. Saving her came first. If anything happened to Feng Xingyao, he could just wait to be held accountable when he returned!
Palace Master Jin, the Red-Eyed Evil Tiger, and the other bigwigs also stood dazed