From the 72nd floor, Lan Xi looked as fragile as a bird, shivering on the cold ground.
The white-clad cultivators were in a daze. They found it difficult to accept that their invincible and high and mighty Tower Master was defeated just like that.
Lan Xihe hated the ground and the sunlight, and she hated defeat even more. In her entire life, she had never suffered such a clean defeat. Out of three moves, she only managed to fight to a draw with one move.
Nevertheless, Lan Xihe knew she would lose. She had witnessed Lu Zhou sweeping through the Black Tower Council with his blue lotus, causing the collection collapse of the towers. She wanted to seize the chance to confirm a thought in her heart, but she did not expect to be so thoroughly defeated. She could not accept it.