The Final Six

The power of the furnace stayed the same, yet the light of the celestial entities behind Ye Futian gradually faded. The crazed environment gradually returned to its usual tranquil state. Zhuge Xing lifted his head to look at Ye Futian. His eyes spoke of immense embarrassment.

He had lost the battle.

Ye Futian remained in the air, looking down on Zhuge Xing. He seemed to be wearing a smirk on his face, and his expression was more arrogant than ever.

"You admit defeat?" There was a clear sarcastic smirk on his face. "I thought you were all pompous and full of yourself, and now you admit defeat fighting a grade nine noble? Zhuge Xing, is that all you've got?"

Zhuge Xing clenched his fists and sparks crackled around him. He was enraged and felt immense humiliation, but the fact was he lost. Countless eyes were on him, and he had never felt so embarrassed in his life.

Ye Futian was humiliating him in front of everyone.