Si Yun's protector's face darkened. He did hope that Si Yun could make a comeback, but anyone present who wasn't blind or stupid knew that Si Yun had no chance of turning the tide.

So, suppressing his anger, he said, "Fellow Daoist, on behalf of my Holy Son, I concede defeat!"

"That won't do. This fight is a matter between the two sides. How can someone else admit defeat on his behalf!" Li Ganming resolutely refused. "Why don't you remind your Holy Son? After all, your Holy Son's will is too strong. He still hasn't chosen to admit defeat. To be honest, I admire his spirit very much!"

Don't let Li Ganming's usual serious demeanor fool you; when he gets going, he's got a whole repertoire of witty remarks, yet no one can find fault with them.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Si Yun's two protectors felt both aggrieved and distressed, wishing they could immediately join forces to kill Li Ganming.

However, in the end, they chose to suppress their anger.

"Holy Son, admit defeat!"

"Did you hear that? Your protector is telling you to admit defeat. Hurry up and admit defeat. You're too weak, there's no fun in playing with you!"

He spoke with disdain.

As for Si Yun, he was almost furious at this moment. Provoked by Gao Yan's words, he fainted on the spot.

"This is boring!"

Seeing this, Gao Yan picked up Si Yun, who looked like a pile of rotten flesh, and flew out of the formation.

"Senior, this is your holy son, please accept it!"

Gao Yan tossed Si Yun to his protector.

"Gao Yan, we, the sacred land of Tai'a, will remember your kindness today!"

The two protectors left a message and then took Si Yun away into the sky, because it was too shameful to stay here.