"It's over; Lu Qingshan, the Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivator, has won!" Even though the cultivators observing the battle were either of exceptional cultivation or high status, a slight commotion arose among them at this moment, and the noise level surged.
The sight of Luo Yi forcing himself to stand, his left palm a bloody mess and his Vital Essence severely depleted, was all too clear.
"I can't accept this." Luo Yi's heart was filled with desolation and resentment.
Resenting why Lu Qingshan had to be so strong?
He was clearly just a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Why could these genius cultivators do whatever they wished, while those with ordinary talents like themselves could only struggle and strive bitterly?
Luo Yi thought of his contemporaries, the most talented batch of cultivators, who were now Great Cultivators of the Sixth Realm, high above the rest.
Yet there he was, now in such a pitiful state after a duel with a Fourth Realm Cultivator.