Master Liudao Yuan's face remained impassive as he calmly turned his head back to continue watching the match on the high platform.
"The Heaven Lord is going to win."
"The two-hundred-year unbeaten legend will continue. It seems unlikely anyone will ever break it in the future..."
"Such a pity for this young man. If he were given a few more decades, the outcome of this battle might have been completely different. Unfortunately, he no longer has a chance. He is about to die..."
The Grandmasters on the high platform were also discussing this, their perception of the situation even clearer.
It was obvious. At this moment, Lu Yuan was at the end of his rope, just one step away from being crushed by the mighty Heavenly Palace above. Only that last step remained.
HUFF—
In a corner of the platform, Lu Yuan, left with only a tiny patch of ground to stand on, exhaled a long, turbid breath.
This breath carried a faint mist of blood.
He appeared to be severely injured.
