In the next second, he couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, almost falling over.
Fortunately, he steadied himself in time, clutching his chest and gasping for breath repeatedly.
It seemed Xuan Yihan had lost.
However, no one was particularly surprised by this outcome.
Changyang Gushuo, as a favorite to win this Holy Land Martial Competition, was in a league of his own.
Xuan Yihan's defeat was something they had anticipated.
They just hadn't expected Xuan Yihan to be defeated so quickly, with Changyang Gushuo taking him down in just two moves.
Xuan Yihan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face somewhat pale as he stared at Changyang Gushuo.
Although he could continue the match, Xuan Yihan hadn't revealed his true strength yet.
Even if he fought on, it would only result in his complete defeat.
After taking a deep breath, Xuan Yihan said, "I concede."
"You should have conceded earlier. It's your misfortune to meet this young master. I can't help it, who told me I'm too strong."
Changyang Gushuo started showing off again. This arrogant demeanor was directly proportional to his strength.
However, Xuan Yihan didn't care much. After all, matches always had winners and losers, and losing wasn't a big deal.
Moreover, this match had shown him an interesting scene, so Xuan Yihan curved his lips and smiled faintly, "It doesn't matter. After accepting the grand gesture of kneeling from Young Master Changyang, I don't lose anything by losing."
Changyang Gushuo, who was basking in the joy of victory, heard Xuan Yihan's words and his expression immediately turned as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
Damn you, kid!
Are you going to dwell on this matter forever?
Do you have to bring up my embarrassing moment!
This made him not very happy even with his victory, and losing face in front of that little beauty from the Killing Heart Holy Land was even more frustrating.
Meanwhile, Wan Guimang, watching from the VIP platform, after seeing the match result, couldn't help but taunt Xuan Qingming, "Xuan Qingming, I remember Xuan Yihan was your Xuan Kong Mountain's last hope, wasn't he?"
"Now that he's been defeated by my Divine Firmament Palace's Changyang Gushuo, your Xuan Kong Mountain's Holy Land Martial Competition journey will come to an end."
Xuan Kong Mountain only had two disciples who advanced to the second round, and the other was defeated in the earlier matches.
The remaining Xuan Yihan unfortunately encountered Changyang Gushuo; otherwise, with his strength, he would have been a sure contender for the top five.
It seemed Xuan Kong Mountain would gain nothing from this year's Holy Land Martial Competition.
However, Xuan Qingming, the leader of Xuan Kong Mountain, didn't seem to mind the outcome. He smiled and said to Wan Guimang, "Holy Master Wan, your Divine Firmament Palace's Changyang Gushuo is truly exceptionally talented. He has already reached the Saint Emperor realm at an age of less than thirty."
"Of course. Changyang Gushuo is the most proud disciple of my Divine Firmament Palace!"
Wan Guimang thought Xuan Qingming envied him for having such an extraordinarily talented disciple like Changyang Gushuo, and he couldn't help but feel a bit smug.
But Xuan Qingming's next words abruptly changed tone, "It's a shame that Changyang Gushuo, with such talent and strength, is participating in this Holy Land Martial Competition..."
"A shame about what?" Wan Guimang asked, puzzled.
He didn't think there was anything regrettable about Changyang Gushuo, as Changyang Gushuo was the only Saint Emperor realm disciple in this Holy Land Martial Competition.
Logically, no one should be able to defeat him.
So, Wan Guimang said displeasedly, "Xuan Qingming, are you suggesting that there are disciples among the five great Holy Lands who can defeat Changyang Gushuo?"
"Of course, and possibly more than one," Xuan Qingming said with a smile.
"Impossible! Changyang Gushuo's strength is clearly in a class of its own in this Holy Land Martial Competition. Even in past competitions over decades, no disciple could defeat him!"
"Holy Master Wan's words have some merit. If it were in past Holy Land Martial Competitions, Changyang Gushuo would undoubtedly win first place. However, this Holy Land Martial Competition has an incredibly remarkable young fellow mixed in."
"It will be difficult for Changyang Gushuo to defeat him."
"Who?"
"This young fellow, I'll let Holy Master Wan discover him yourself."
Xuan Qingming smiled slightly, deliberately being coy and refusing to tell Wan Guimang.
Wan Guimang didn't believe anyone from other Holy Lands could defeat Changyang Gushuo and thought Xuan Qingming was being stubborn to provoke him.
So, Wan Guimang let out a cold snort.
"Then I'll wait and see when the person you mentioned will appear and defeat my Divine Firmament Palace's Changyang Gushuo!"
Facing Wan Guimang's provocation, Xuan Qingming merely smiled without speaking.
However, his eyes drifted towards Xin Ci in the disciple ranks of the Killing Heart Holy Land, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
At the same time, the next match had also begun.
"North Cold Holy Land's Dugu Yunmeng versus Killing Heart Holy Land's Li Fulan."
Dugu Yunmeng was also a strong contender for the top five in this Holy Land Martial Competition, with strength comparable to Xuan Yihan of Xuan Kong Mountain.
But her opponent was someone no one had heard of.
This caused constant discussion among the disciples in the audience.
"North Cold Holy Land's Dugu Yunmeng has also appeared. Another match between peerless prodigies, this one cannot be missed."
"But it's very strange that we haven't heard of the woman from the Killing Heart Holy Land."
"Indeed, many of the young disciples participating in the Holy Land Martial Competition from the Killing Heart Holy Land this year are unfamiliar."
"Apart from one or two peerless prodigies from the other four great Holy Lands, the remaining disciples are also well-known figures who have participated in multiple Holy Land Martial Competitions."
"But on the Killing Heart Holy Land's side, apart from the prodigy Xu Younian who appeared last session, all the others are newcomers. What basis does the Killing Heart Holy Land have to participate in this Holy Land Martial Competition?"
...
On the Immortal Martial Stage
The battle between Dugu Yunmeng and Li Fulan quickly commenced.
Li Fulan currently only had the strength of a Four-star Heavenly Venerable, a significant gap compared to Dugu Yunmeng's peak Heavenly Venerable.
However, she was unwilling to give up her chance to compete for the top five, as the reward of Immortal Spirit Liquid was too tempting.
"Even if you are the number one prodigy of the North Cold Holy Land, defeating me won't be that easy!"
As soon as she spoke, Li Fulan's body was suddenly engulfed by flickering blue lightning.
Crack! Crack!
The surrounding air vibrated with this violent current, causing bursts of thunder.
"This is?"
The disciples on the Immortal Martial Stage looked at Li Fulan in surprise. This lightning technique seemed extraordinary.
Keen-eyed disciples even recognized the technique Li Fulan was using and exclaimed, "Isn't that the Thunder Emperor Cangyuan Art from the Canglan Dynasty? Could that woman be from the Canglan Dynasty?!"
Seeing the might of the Thunder Emperor Canglan Art unleashed by Li Fulan, Dugu Yunmeng's eyelids merely flickered; she wasn't particularly surprised.
Li Fulan, seeing Dugu Yunmeng's expressionless face, couldn't help but feel annoyed.
This woman was looking down on the Thunder Emperor Canglan Art of the Canglan Dynasty so much, Li Fulan wanted to teach her a lesson.
Lightning flashed in the air.
Li Fulan formed hand seals, currents crackled around her, and countless bolts of lightning converged on either side of her, forming over thirty thunder beasts that resembled ferocious beasts.
Thunder Emperor Canglan Art, Myriad Forms of Thunder!