Finally, after a completely one-sided beatdown, Gu Qingyuan passed out cold.
Before losing consciousness, his eyes, filled with unwilling humiliation, shot daggers at Lu Xingyao, as if wanting to carve him into a thousand pieces.
But all he got in return was a soft, disdainful chuckle.
Gu Qingyuan was overcome by a rush of fury, and coupled with his grave injuries, his head drooped, and he fainted in front of everyone.
The vast plaza once again fell into a pin-drop silence.
Everyone looked at each other, none of them having expected things to end this way.
They sighed in dismay.
At the same time, their gazes toward Lu Xingyao filled with ever-increasing reverence and fear. Such power was truly terrifying.
"Gu is truly persistent," Lu Xingyao said, shaking his head with feigned regret as he leaped down from the Martial Arts Arena.
The Deacon Elder of the Heavenly Inquiry Sect, his face purple as a beet, braced himself and quickly announced the result.
