Outside the formation, Yun Zhi of Longevity Star Peak stared blankly at this scene, his face gradually turning ashen and extremely ugly.
No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, at this moment, he had to acknowledge that the useless Lang Ping he once looked down upon had disappeared.
Instead, we have Lang Ping, who belongs to Ximu Peak and is shining Lang Ping.
The opponent's current strength is even greater than his!
But...
How is that possible?
It's only been half a year.
Is it possible?
Even now, the boast he made on Longevity Star Peak six months ago is still fresh in everyone's mind, but the people he once looked down on have changed drastically.
boom--
While his mind was a jumble of chaotic thoughts, the outcome of the battle had already been decided within the arena and the array.
"Cough cough..."
The disciple from the Purple Firmament Palace was in a sorry state, coughing up blood, and using his sword as a support to keep himself upright.
No matter how hard he tried to mobilize the Spiritual Power within his body, his depleted Dantian could not force out a single trace of Spiritual Qi, making his already pale face even more unsightly.
He tried to muster his courage several times, but in the end, he remained silent for a moment, looking at Lang Ping who did not press her advantage but instead preserved her dignity, and pursed his lips in resentment.
Though unwilling, I knew the ending.
He sighed helplessly.
"You win."
"Your Excellency... truly remarkable!"
"Thank you for your kind words." Lang Ping remained calm as she spoke. Although she was slightly out of breath, her condition was visibly better than that of the young man opposite her; she had only expended some energy.
He stood in the center of the formation, as still as water, watching the young man from the Purple Firmament Palace leave, a hint of other emotions finally appearing in his eyes.
There is joy in oneself.
There was also a hint of certainty and relief that it was indeed true.
I feel relieved that I didn't lose the game.
He was certain that he was no longer the Stone he once was, and that his master was indeed the most powerful, capable of transforming him so completely.
The others stared blankly at the young man in the center of the formation, finding it utterly unbelievable.
Did you win...?
They won!?
They really won!
This result was something everyone expected, yet something no one anticipated.
They thought they would lose, but the reality was completely different, leaving many people speechless and unable to process what they had just witnessed.
This includes Cao Zhengyang and another elder from the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
No matter what, they are both strong individuals, and they can naturally see that Lang Ping is not the useless person others describe.
but...
They hadn't expected that they could actually win.
They were all speechless for a long time.
On the other hand, many people at the Purple Firmament Palace looked extremely pale and filled with disbelief.
But what the two sides found unbelievable was that they were at completely opposite extremes.
The young man's loss meant that the strongest person they could gather in this area had lost.
This means the entire Purple Firmament Palace has lost.
The elder of the Purple Firmament Palace took a deep breath, suppressing the bulging veins on his forehead, and almost breathed out a sentence from his throat.
"Your Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect... you're really something!"
The rest don't even need to be fought anymore.
He led his men out of the formation and offered to yield.
Struggle?
How could we possibly win!
Continuing to play will only result in losing a few more games and causing our side to lose face!
He still has a shame!
"Let's go!"
With a command, he gave Cao Zhengyang and the others a gloomy look, said no more, tossed out a storage ring, and left with the people from the Purple Firmament Palace.
Cao Zhengyang grabbed the storage ring, probed it with his Divine Sense, and sneered.
"That old scoundrel certainly knows how to be cunning and sly."
According to their bet, the loser had to pay back many treasures, and this storage ring did contain some, but they were mostly worthless and worthless items.
Saying it's two-thirds is probably true.
But almost none of the rare items are there.
The only thing worth mentioning is a poorly sized, ancient Crimson Immortal Grass. Its root system is quite damaged, and if used for medicinal purposes, it will likely lose a significant amount of its medicinal power.
But no matter what, it's still two-thirds of the treasure.
Cao Zhengyang took a breath, put away his natal magic Law Treasure, got up and went to Chunyang's side, who had woken up but was extremely weak. Looking at the girl who could only stand with the help of her companions, he sighed.
"You're so pitiful."
He patted Chunyang on the shoulder, added two healing treasures to her storage ring, and handed them to her.
"This is the compensation that old scoundrel gave you this time. Take it and focus on healing your wounds."
to be honest...
Chunyang is still in a daze.
She had just woken up and thought she would be forced to join the Purple Firmament Palace. Everyone around her was stunned and feeling sad. But then she saw the elders of the Purple Firmament Palace turn and leave with a gloomy expression, looking like they were leaving in a huff but had no choice but to go. She was completely bewildered.
Before he could even react, Cao Zhengyang stuffed the storage ring into his hand again.
The brain reacted quickly, recalling the initial bet. While feeling incredulous and surprised, it also reacted swiftly.
"No."
The girl shook her head and pushed the storage ring back.
She was young, but very serious, and possessed an air of undeniable nobility.
"Thank you for your kindness, Peak Master, but I cannot accept this."
"It was because I was inferior in skill and lost my inheritance that I won this bet. However, it wasn't truly my victory. The spoils should rightfully belong to the strong."
After speaking, she looked towards the center of the formation, where Lang Ping was walking out, her eyes flashing with deep curiosity.
Even if the others didn't say anything, someone as intelligent as her could tell that this must be the young man who saved her and won back the inheritance for the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
Then, she changed the subject. "I think it's best to give it to this senior brother."
Lang Ping was taken aback and was about to refuse.
Although he won, the bet itself stated that it was compensation for Chunyang.
Moreover, he received a lot of goodwill from Chunyang while he was at Longevity Star Peak.
Although the other party might not even remember that there was such a disciple as him, who, because of her kindness, had been able to have a lot less medicine withheld from others, he would always remember this kindness.
However, without giving Lang Ping a chance to refuse, Chunyang made the decision directly.
"Then do as I say, I really don't need any compensation."
After thinking for a moment, Cao Zhengyang smiled helplessly and agreed.
"Alright."
"Then these spoils shall belong to the disciples of my peak."
Another elder, who had been watching everything from the sidelines, stepped forward and spoke softly to Cao Zhengyang.
"Old Cao, you're really being a bit unfair."
"The disciples of your peak are truly remarkable. I really don't know who said that your Ximu Peak was weak and had no successors. I think you've been hiding your true abilities and will soon make a name for yourself."
"Tell me, is this a personal Direct Disciple you secretly took in?"