"Girl..."

At the same time, when Ye Lingjun was defeated, everyone in the Dayu camp was shocked.

Then everyone fell into deathly silence.

Emperor Wu murmured hoarsely from his throat, his hands beneath his dragon robe tightly gripping the armrests, his knuckles turning blue and white from the excessive force.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small, curled-up figure on the ring. They all had grim expressions, and their eyes were filled with tension and worry.

Ye Lingjun's blood-stained skirt spread out between the cracks in the blue bricks, like a withered red plum blossom.

The girl who had just arrogantly swept across the five geniuses was now almost pressed to the ground by Shao Cheng's pressure. Every trembling cough made the people in the Dayu camp nervous.

At the same time, many people looked at Shao Cheng with gritted teeth, and felt indescribable shock in their hearts!

Compared to Ye Lingjun's miserable condition, his current condition is much better.

The dark golden spiritual energy that had not yet dissipated around him surged like a tide, pressing spider-web-like cracks into the stone pillars at the edge of the arena.

He stood proudly on the stage, his whole body exuding an air of arrogance and dominance, causing waves of shock in many people's hearts.

"Is this the terror that comes from the Holy Land?!"

Someone murmured to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Ye Lingjun, who had just swept the five geniuses, was now easily crushed by the disciples from the holy land!

And more importantly.

Shao Cheng, a disciple of the Holy Land, was only one of them. Behind him, there were four more such people!

Just one person easily crushed Ye Lingjun, the most stunning and powerful person on Dayu's side, making everyone feel bitter and despair.

Shao Cheng alone is already so terrifying.

How could the five holy land disciples resist?!

For a moment, everyone in Dayu looked at the scene on the ring with terribly ugly expressions.

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