The facts proved that one hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquid was nothing but wishful thinking. Perhaps if someone from the Martial Realm had gone to demand it, the Emperor Xia might have scraped together the sum even if it meant selling everything he owned.
But Liu Bai clearly did not possess that kind of deterrence now.
At most, Liu Bai could currently rival a High Earthly Sovereign. If he joined forces with Mandala, they could make the Emperor Xia deeply wary, but not enough to make him bow and scrape. Thus, within the Emperor Xia's limits, the compensation became three Quasi-Saint Artifacts and forty million Supreme Spirit Liquid.
And so, the great battle finally came to an end.
Many of the watching experts were still unsatisfied, and quite a few even felt regretful. Not a single faction had suffered enough losses to forfeit its qualification for the Ancient Heavenly Palace contest. Had this battle been fought for nothing...?
Naturally, everyone had also become wary of the suddenly rising Great Luo Heavenly Region. They had initially felt fortunate that no particularly powerful factions had come from the Northern Domain this time. Yet who could have expected that such a formidable figure would suddenly emerge from a tiny Northern Realm?
After returning to West City, Mandala and Liu Bai discussed the matter and gave the Myriad Saints Ancestor and the other two ten million Supreme Spirit Liquid each, as payment for their efforts.
The three were naturally overjoyed. They immediately declared that if such a thing happened again, they would certainly give it their all and beat the other side to death!
Over the following days, the spatial changes outside the Ancient Heavenly Palace gradually stabilized, and the major factions that had been waiting also began to make their moves.
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