"Lost, lost..."
Shen Ba's divine eyes were dull, smiling numbly, and murmured mechanically.
"Lost, lost."
Shen Ying shivered, his divine eyes lost their luster, empty and hollow.
"Lost, the Divine, Divine Young Master admitted defeat..."
The people of the Immortal Realm felt their minds go blank, unable to think anymore.
"Lost, lost?"
Luo Zhi rubbed his temples mechanically with both hands, but the more he rubbed, the more dazed his expression became.
"Lost, lost? Or, or won, won?" The big wolfdog closed his dislocated jaw, dumbfounded as he looked at his little sister.
The little sister shed tears of bewilderment.
The tears were bewildered because she had not yet recovered from Xie Tian's overturning moment.
No need to reveal his identity?
No need to go all out?
No need for earth-shattering?
No need to risk death?
No need to achieve Immortal Land?
"Just flex a bit and win, just like that..."
