"He won?" The audience looked at Fang Wenyang, who collapsed onto the ground and spat out blood, with dumbfounded expressions. The sight sent them in a daze, and they only regained their senses after a while. Then, they looked at one another as delight filled their faces.
"He won! Ye Zhuixun won! That's great! We won't die anymore!"
"How powerful! Ye Zhuixun is so strong! So he was the strongest person from the start!"
"Yeah, I thought that Ye Zhuixun was not even in the same caliber as Young Master Qinghe and the rest. I didn't expect him to be so strong…"
When Hong Qinghe, Yang Feng, and Mu Wuxin put aside their severe injuries and witnessed this scene, their expressions became complex. "As the first, second, and third strongest young practitioners in this prefecture, we're a joke compared to them."
Clutching his wound, Hong Qinghe became gloomy.
