Yang Dingtian felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
If only he had warned Liu Yi before he entered the stage: "Winning or losing doesn't matter; don't push yourself too hard," Liu Yi wouldn't have ended up like this.
But as the sect leader, bound by countless considerations, he failed to say those crucial words, leading to this disastrous outcome.
How could he not feel heartbroken and mournful?
On the battle platform, Hua Yun, seeing this scene, curled his lips into a mocking smile at a forty-five-degree angle.
He had thought he'd have to fight ten or so intense rounds, yet it ended after just a few exchanges—and that made him ecstatic.
Striding to the edge of the battle platform, Hua Yun stared towards the Hengyue Sect's direction and shouted arrogantly, "Oh my, is that all the cultivation technique your True Disciples can muster? Hengyue Sect actually dares to provoke Zhengyang Sect? What a cosmic joke!"
"Ahahaha, know your limits, know your limits!"
