Maha Tian had lost.
He had lost without the slightest suspense, utterly and completely.
Palace Master Mu Chen's strength could probably no longer be described by ordinary standards.
On the ring-shaped jade platform, the remaining Heavenly Sovereigns had fallen silent.
The fervor and greed stirred by One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones and the boundless light body instantly faded by more than half after they witnessed Futuo Xuan and Maha Tian's crushing defeats.
Even Maha Tian, wielding his clan's protective Sacred Artifact, had lost so decisively. If they went up, their outcomes would probably be even more humiliating!
For a time, no one spoke up to issue another challenge.
"Are there any fellow cultivators who would still like to take the stage and offer their guidance?"
Standing at the center of the jade platform, Mu Chen calmly swept his gaze over the figures on the surrounding ring as he asked.
His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in everyone's ears.
No one answered. Only the wind howled.
Mu Chen was not surprised. He nodded lightly.
"In that case, the prize matches in the Heavenly Sovereign arena shall end here."
He swept his sleeve, and the scroll brimming with pure qi and the space containing the boundless light body hovering beside him turned into streaks of light, vanishing into his sleeve.
A trace of regret crossed the eyes of quite a few Heavenly Sovereigns at this sight, but even more breathed sighs of relief.
Mu Chen's strength had thoroughly cowed them.
"However..."
Mu Chen changed tack, sweeping his gaze over everyone once more with a smile. "My original intention in holding this Heavenly Palace Conference was to exchange insights with my fellow cultivators and test what we have learned.
"Although the arena matches have ended, anyone with questions