The battle was over. Ye Qingwu walked off the arena, her face pale and gravely injured.
Lin Xuan looked apologetic. "Senior Sister, I'm sorry. You suffered because of me. But rest assured, I will avenge you. I won't spare that Little Celestial King."
"You... be careful... he's very strong," Ye Qingwu said haltingly before fainting.
The Wangyue Pavilion Master exclaimed in shock and quickly took her back to the resting area. She unleashed a stream of moonlight that enveloped Ye Qingwu, channeling Spiritual Power into her. The elders hurriedly took out Elixirs for Ye Qingwu to consume.
The other spectators exclaimed continuously.
"Damn, that Little Celestial King's methods are too ruthless."
"He actually severely injured Ye Qingwu!"
"His strength is off the charts! He must have entered the top tier."
"Damn, I'm really looking forward to the Little Celestial King versus Lin Xuan!"
"Both are newly-risen top-tier geniuses, a pair of dark horses."
