The pride on Ye Qingyi's face had long since vanished, replaced by immense shock and a hint of panic. She took an unconscious step forward.
'He lost!?'
'Senior Brother Xiao actually lost!?'
For her, this was an undeniable shock, as if her world had come crashing down. She stared in disbelief, unable to accept that the senior brother she considered invincible had actually been defeated.
The indifference on Leng Qianqiu's face vanished completely.
Her expression remained calm, but a closer look would reveal a cold glint flash through her eyes.
The Cold Jade Valley masters standing behind her felt their hearts pound in their chests, not daring to even breathe.
Her gaze fell upon Chen Qing, who stood in the arena with his spear at rest. Then, her eyes swept over He Yuzhou on the high platform before she sank into contemplation.
In the center of the field, Chen Qing slowly exhaled. The roiling qi, blood, and True Qi within his body gradually settled.
