The Clear Sky Sect.
Da Ming's face was filled with terror. "What did you say? How could he have lost? How could he have lost?!!"
"He was a God King!"
Da Ming still clung to a thread of hope, trying to find even a hint of laughter on these Clear Sky Sect disciples' faces. They were teasing him! Playing a joke on him! He would have accepted that.
But the elders and disciples kneeling below him wore only despair. Not one of them spoke.
Da Ming slumped helplessly into his chair.
Even after that manifestation of Divine Sense had been shaped into a demigod, it had still failed to defeat that fellow named Xu Cheng. Just how far had he grown in three short years?!!
Did they really still have any hope of winning?
"Suppress this news... forget it. Let things take their course. That brat isn't a god yet. The sky won't fall just yet. Once the Abyss Plane arrives in a month, we'll decide what to do!"
Da Ming waved his subordinates away listlessly, then gazed blankly at the sky.
As the competing teams returned home one after another, news of the tournament spread throughout the continent.
While the various powers reeled at Xu Cheng's monstrous talent, they also hurried to prepare their surrender.
The tournament was a reflection of the continent. That was no exaggeration.
The Sun Moon Empire's younger generation had stunned everyone on the continent. Whether it was Xiao Hongchen, who was suspected of having advanced to Level 10 Soul Engineer, or the unfathomable Sun Moon Emperor, both suggested that the empire's strength might have reached heights beyond their imagination.
Of course, among them...
Some powers had decided to hold their ground and die rather than surrender.
They built defensive works and quietly awaited