"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"
Yan Qing clenched his fists, wanting to rush forward and fight Lu Ren to the death.
But the young man beside him stopped him. "Yan Qing, don't be impulsive. Lu Ren's strength is far too terrifying. Even if we attack together, we could still be killed. Let's admit defeat!"
"Admit defeat!"
Yan Qing was unwilling to accept it.
"Even Xue Wudi lost. There's no shame in admitting defeat. This man is no longer someone we can contend with. If we continue fighting, we might die too, and even our immortal souls could be suppressed!"
The young man beside him said.
Admitting defeat was not frightening. What was frightening was not knowing the gap between oneself and another.
"I admit defeat!"
Yan Qing ground his teeth and forced out the three words.
The other three likewise admitted defeat.
Seeing this scene, everyone around the arena sighed endlessly.
Lu Ren's strength had already made them feel despair deep in their hearts.
What was even more despairing was that Lu Ren was merely a Ninth Tribulation Master.
Seeing the four admit defeat, Lu Ren smiled faintly and descended. With a sweep of his hand, he retrieved the Blood Soul Banner.
A cultivator from the Ancient Soul Clan roared, "Lu Ren, that is a supreme treasure of my Ancient Soul Clan. Return it to us!"
"Hun Jining was slain. The spoils on him naturally belong to me!"
Lu Ren replied indifferently.
"Just you wait!"
The cultivator glared viciously at Lu Ren before leaving directly.
The other Demon Immortal Clan cultivators also carried away the still-unconscious Xue Wudi and departed in disgrace.
Lu Ren had successfully defended the arena, yet few cultivators from the Dao One Immortal Realm camp could feel happy. Instead, they felt pity for