Yang Xuan’s body fell to the ground, the muffled thud upon contact echoing across the entire area, while countless gazes watched as if frozen in time...

In the distance, the mouths of Zuoqiu Qingyu, Bai Li, Qin Hai and the rest slowly fell open.

The Sacred Palace disciples seemed to have turned into statues.

The other onlookers were forcefully rubbing their eyes.

This atmosphere lasted for quite some time, before someone finally regained his senses. He immediately blurted out in a shocked voice.

“Yang Xuan… has lost?!”

*Uproar*

His trembling voice was akin to a spark that quickly set everyone on fire. In an instant, horrified voice after voice exploded.

“How can this be?! How could Yang Xuan have lost after reaching the eighth layer?!”

“Exactly, he had absolute upper hand just a while ago!”

“What the hell did Zhou Yuan do at that final moment?!”

    “……”

Everyone’s faces were filled with confusion. When Yang Xuan’s bone armor turned red earlier, even Zhou Yuan’s tyrannical azure flames had been...