Ouyang Heng trembled in fear and finally stopped moving. He didn’t even dare to raise his head, and this scene left everyone dumbfounded. At the palace, a few people beside Feng Shaoyu slightly opened their mouths and were speechless.

That was especially the case for Zhao Wuji. He held onto the railing, leaving his handprints on it. The Snowfrost Saint Palace’s Gu Zijing, Myriad Sword Pavilion’s Jiang Yunting, and Hidden Sword Manor’s Feng Shengling couldn’t help turning to look at Ye Qingtian.

“I lost!” Ouyang Heng said in a helpless tone with great difficulty.

“Yeah,” Lin Yun nodded and retrieved his sword. He said, “You can go down now.”

Ouyang Heng left in low spirits. Just a moment ago, he was a genius who had obtained ten consecutive victories and shone brightly. But in just a few minutes, Ouyang Heng was kneeling, admitting defeat.

The observation stand was also quiet. They all felt terrible, not because of Ouyang Heng’s loss but due to Ye Qingtian’s attitude. Ye Qingtian’s attitude was like waving his hand to send a fly away. He didn’t say anything arrogant, making everyone feel terrible and grievous.

“Ye Qingtian,...