The Cang Lang, ranked within the top twenty of the ultimate list, was defeated.
Defeated in a clash with a Body Refinement warrior of the Fusion Sky realm.
Except for the little sister and the big wolfdog who had been to the Rakshasa Prison, no one could have predicted this outcome.
The Lu Xian arena had long disappeared.
Xie Tian stood on the old site, his wounds healing rapidly.
Cang Lang lay a few inches away in the dust, his body occasionally twitching.
Seeing this, the contempt and disdain in everyone's eyes vanished, replaced by disbelief, by fear—at least fear of Xie Tian's brutal actions.
And seeing this Cang Lang, everyone felt an impulse to pity him.
Too pitiful!
Too bullying!
Too savage!
In their eyes, Cang Lang had been knocked unconscious by a great man relying on his extraordinarily long arms, one hand choking his neck, the other pounding his head into submission.
