"Victor, Long Yan."
The referee confirmed that the Holy King had indeed passed out and, with a wave of his hand, declared the result of the match, as several people from Holy King Planet hurriedly carried the Holy King away.
"Good job, Long Yan, you did well."
Tian Shu patted Long Yan on the shoulder vigorously, his aged face beaming like a chrysanthemum. He hadn't expected Long Yan to defeat the Holy King so easily, and it showed what kind of image this disciple had in his master's heart.
The Supreme Elder walked away dejectedly; he no longer had the face to stay in the Main Hall.
The news of Long Yan defeating the Holy King spread like a plague throughout the Seven-Star Hall. Most disciples were in disbelief; after all, who was the Holy King? He was the genius of the Seven-Star Hall for many years, yet he was defeated so simply by Long Yan—how could this be possible?