Elsewhere, near the Blood Pool, a great battle had long since drawn to a close.
"Damn it! If my bloodline hadn't been sealed, there's no way I would've lost to you!"
Pan Ling held her face. She had already been beaten black and blue, was covered in dust, and had quite a few wounds on her exposed skin.
The main reason was that her dress had such strong defenses that it simply couldn't be breached. Aman's fists had therefore had no choice but to head for her face, leaving her with her head covered in lumps.
"...Pretty tough. Even my hands hurt." Aman ignored her grumbling and shook out his hands. Clearly, when he had punched her face, her thick skin had reflected some damage back at him.
"You've got some ability, but crashing into Senior Pan King's statue really was an accident. We were flying too fast during teleportation and accidentally blinked straight into the Divine Temple. We didn't expect to crash-land right inside it."
Aman sighed and explained once again. After all, they really had smashed it to pieces. With Pan King's descendant coming straight to their door to question them, it was rather like someone smashing a portrait of a relative in another person's home. It was somewhat embarrassing.
"Hiss..." Pan Ling touched her neck again. There were several bloody marks on it, all left when blows hadn't been held back during the fight.
Though she had said she was worried she couldn't win, her body had been perfectly honest: she had charged straight in at the sight of a prodigy. Whether she could win was an entirely separate matter to her. Naturally, she had received a savage beating. Aman had, after all, been raised by a group of Immortal Kings, with resources far beyond those in