The Sun hung high in the sky, spreading down endless amount of light onto the battle ground.
The completion leveled cultivators were bitterly looking up to the God-like figure with respect in their eyes.
Then, these people sighed and began to walk towards the exit of the Princess' palace.
It was obvious. They had no more face to stay here and they had realized that killing Ling Xian was a joke.
This had already been proven. There was no more need for those of the intermediate stage to step onto the battle ring because they were no opponents of Ling Xian's. As for the advanced stage – four of them had been knocked out. What difference would it make if the remaining few stepped up?
Those four were all famous within their generations yet they were so easily defeated by Ling Xian. Those who remained didn't think they were any stronger.
Thus, everyone began to sigh and consecutively left.