The Most Generous Master Ever

"Did we win?"

Looking at the twelve suddenly awakened statues, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Suddenly, ten lights descended and shone on the ten winners. As the light descended, they seemed to be enduring a divine baptism.

Xiao Hanyi felt the changes in his body in surprise and exclaimed. "My body seems to have reached the perfect realm. Could this be the legendary Divine Baptism?"

Perhaps the true meaning of the altar's existence was to be reborn. They had won this battle and obtained the recognition of the divine altar. If it was in the Immortal Ancient, this would be the Land of God Investiture.

The originally shriveled Heavenly Horned Ant also recovered at this moment. He originally wanted to curse, but when he felt the changes in his body, he was instantly delighted.

"Hehe, what a strange feeling. It's as if the bloodline in my body has already revived."

The Heavenly Horned Ant could feel that its strength had greatly increased. This was the awakening of his bloodline.

A golden light descended from the sky, announcing the end of this battle.

The Great Desolate World obtained this bitter victory. However, at this moment, everyone was very conflicted and could not be happy. Because they all knew that the victory of this battle was obtained by a young girl with her life.

Everyone stared fixedly at the tightly shut lotus flower. They were incomparably worried and hoped that she would wake up from inside.

Boom!

A loud bang came from the horizon. The mystic realm was finally opened, and a white figure was the first to rush out.

Right behind him was the Lord of the Nether Clan. His expression was extremely ugly. He looked up at the providence that originally belonged to the Nether Clan being completely sucked away. The pain in his heart was indescribable.

After this battle, it would take countless years for their Nether Clan to recover from this dark and chaotic period.

"Sigh…"

Looking at the blood on the ground, the Lord of the Nether Clan sighed. He gently raised his right hand, and a strange rune appeared on his palm. In an instant, he swept it over, and the blood on the ground immediately began to condense, turning into ten Nether Clan creatures again.

Ye Qiu watched all of this coldly. It was as he had guessed. The Lord of the Nether Clan had actually long found a way to escape the shackles of that drop of blood. It was just that he could not bear to part with it after many years of faith and dependence.

Now, because of this battle, it gave him a chance to make the Nether Clan to start anew. After getting rid of this drop of divine blood, they would be a brand new race, a completely independent race.

The ten people who had revived looked at the worried Lord of the Nether Clan in front of them and lowered their heads in shame.

"Alright, get up! I saw your performance. You did your best. I don't blame you. A loss is a loss. What does it mean? You still have to practice. Children, well done! At least in this battle, our Nether Clan has displayed our aura. We are not inferior to any clan in the world.

"From today onwards, my Nether Clan will officially become a member of the myriad clans. In the future battlefield of the myriad clans, my Nether Clan will definitely leave a dazzling mark."

After hearing the Lord of the Nether Clan's encouraging words, their depressed hearts were awakened again.

"Don't worry, my lord. We will definitely repay today's humiliation a hundredfold in the future." Ling Xi shouted loudly, the fighting spirit in his heart not decreasing.

Looking at his unwilling expression, Xiao Hanyi replied coldly, "Hmph, alright. The road is still long. We still have a long way to go."

Seeing that the two sides were still at each other's throats, Ye Qiu raised his hand and interrupted Xiao Hanyi, who wanted to continue provoking him. He stared at the Lord of the Nether Clan and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

According to the terms of the bet, if Great Desolate won this battle, the ownership of the Heavenly Palace should belong to Great Desolate.

Ye Qiu directly ordered him to leave, so the Lord of the Nether Clan couldn't say anything.

He was not a sore loser. He only glared coldly at the monkey hiding behind him and said, "Hmph, damn monkey, just you wait. I'll settle scores with you in the future."

Monkey's heart skipped a beat after hearing this. However, he was not to be trifled with.

Monkey was born to be fearless. The only thing that could make him afraid was the master who taught him immortal techniques.

"Tsk, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The monkey replied domineeringly. When the Lord of the Nether Clan heard this, he instantly frowned and revealed killing intent. He still wanted to teach Monkey a lesson, but when he felt Ye Qiu's change in mood and the faint killing intent, he stopped.

Waving his sleeve, the Lord of the Nether Clan looked at Ye Qiu and said, "You win! According to the agreement, that drop of blood is yours. Kid, although I don't know what technique you cultivate, I have to remind you. This drop of blood carries an incomparably heavy karma. You better be careful not to attract trouble."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Ye Qiu calmly replied. He didn't need the Lord of the Nether Clan to worry about what he wanted to do. He knew what he was doing.

The Lord of the Nether Clan saw that his advice was useless and looked regretfully at the divine blood above his head. He then said, "Kid, you made me lose very badly today. However, don't be happy too early. My Nether Clan won't collapse just like that.

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, the Lord of the Nether Clan led his people and left the Divine Altar Domain.

According to the agreement, their Nether Clan would return to the forbidden area and not come out for a hundred years.

After seeing them leave, everyone was overjoyed and excited.

"Oh… We won."

"Well done. Damn it, we should dampen their spirits. Who told them to be so arrogant."

Everyone was furious after the previous chaotic battle. If they didn't vent now, when would they?

While everyone was still celebrating, Ye Qiu silently arrived on the lotus. He ignored that drop of divine blood because no matter how precious it was, it was not as precious as his precious disciple.

Before coming out just now, Ye Qiu immediately checked Lin Qingzhu's situation. Fortunately, her situation was still stable. Because after the lesson last time, Ye Qiu had improved this sword technique. She didn't die and only entered a short sleep.

Ye Qiu turned around and looked at Fuyao. She nodded and formed a hand seal to undo the lotus flower seal.

Ye Qiu quietly looked at the sleeping beauty lying peacefully inside and revealed a gentle smile.

"Silly girl, you don't even want your life to win this battle."

Ye Qiu shook his head and teased. He knew very well what Lin Qingzhu's firm faith was. Everything she did was to not embarrass her sect and not let Ye Qiu lose.

That was all.

As they often said, what could they ask for in life with such a master?

Ye Qiu also wanted to give them a piece of advice. What else could he not be satisfied with in this life?

Gently stroking her beautiful face, Ye Qiu slowly took out a Resurrection Pill and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Sleep. It's good to sleep. At least you're not so troubled."