Without glancing back at Bu Lin, Tang Luo descended from the fighting stage. He took the jacket marked with the seal of victory from Xiao Ziyu and, along with three members from Longxi, he left.
In the eyes of martial artists, nothing rouses more stirring emotions than overcoming a stronger opponent, overpowering those standing above them. As the last fighting stage on Bifang Mountain was closed, all one hundred disciples at the external gate of Martial Saint Mountain admitted defeat.
The crowd spontaneously made way. The heirs of the world's noble houses, standing solemnly on both sides, looked on with faces full of respect. This respect was not only because Tang Luo had dominated the stages of the Bifang Mountain, but also because he had proven to the human race's holy land that the noble family martial artists were by no means inferior to their descendants.
