The entire Jingda stadium fell silent.

In stark contrast, those in the Western Alliance watching the live broadcast exploded like dynamite with a lit fuse!

This was unbearable! Even one's uncle could tolerate something more than this.

Someone actually dared to beat their Western Alliance's goddess? Were they looking down on the people of the Western Alliance!

To put it plainly, Qiao Yu's punch to An Liya was similar to Sha'erster punching Song Qingshan in public. No one could stand for that!

The Western Alliance was filled with righteous indignation, and they rushed out of their homes, wanting to kill Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu didn't feel much about it. So what if she was a goddess? Did goddesses not need to poop, fart, pick their feet, or dig their noses?

The root cause of many boys' inability to win over girls was that they placed the other party in a position higher than themselves. Over time, they became simps.

"Still not letting go?" Qiao Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

An Liya squatted down in pain after being punched, but her fair hand still tightly grasped the longbow.

"I won't let go! Unless you return the Wrath of the Gods to me!" A hint of heartbreaking strength and stubbornness shone in An Liya's almond-shaped eyes.

"Sigh!" Qiao Yu shook his head.

The famous mountaineering expert Zhang Dongsheng once said that when someone asks you to give them one more chance, they are not only asking for a chance, but also giving you a chance.

Qiao Yu had already given An Liya a chance, but it was a pity she was useless! Qiao Yu's eyes were filled with sweet doting.

"Rongrong, Qiao Yu wouldn't be thinking of... that's the goddess of the Western Alliance!" Gu Su's Adam's apple couldn't help but bob up and down.

"I can't be wrong! I'll never forget that look in his eyes!" Shi Shaorong's eyes were filled with horror, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

At this moment, Shi Shaorong finally recalled the fear of being dominated by Qiao Yu on the college entrance examination arena.

The next second, Qiao Yu grabbed the longbow and swung it directly behind him.

An Liya still clung to it tightly, refusing to let go. Her slender and voluptuous body was directly swung along with it, and with a bang, she slammed heavily onto the arena, creating an S-shaped pit.

"Damn! Still not letting go?!"

Qiao Yu frowned. He couldn't be blamed for this. How could he give up the top-quality item he had in hand?

Even if he couldn't use the bow, he could hand it over to the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom! Even if the Western Alliance wanted to redeem the Wrath of the Gods, they would have to pay a heavy price!

"Let go!"

Bang!

"Let go!"

Bang!

"Let go!"

Bang!

Qiao Yu swung it every time he shouted. He didn't believe that this woman, An Liya, was really that tough.

And every time Qiao Yu swung it, Song Qingshan's right eyelid couldn't help but twitch.

The left eye jumping meant wealth was coming, while the right eye jumping meant disaster was coming. The more Song Qingshan's eye twitched, the more panicked he became. He even wanted to rush up and beg Qiao Yu to stop swinging.

This was a goddess who had come down from the sacred mountain! If he kept swinging, the people of the Western Alliance would really go berserk! Sha'erster's expression next to him was already distorted!

Shen Jianshu was even more secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, not many people knew that this guy was taught by him. Otherwise, those lunatics on the sacred mountain would definitely try to fight him to the death. Although he wasn't afraid of them, who would want to provoke a group of lunatics for no reason?

"Professor Shen, your Jingda student named Qiao Yu is too awesome! Who taught him?" The teacher leading the team from Huaqing couldn't help but ask, enjoying the show.

"Him? His teacher is Ji Pingyang! Apart from Principal Ji, who else could teach such an awesome student?" Shen Jianshu smiled and looked calm.

"I see!" The teacher from Huaqing's eyes lit up. Then, Ji Pingyang on the stand sneezed loudly. He scratched his head in confusion.

Qiao Yu on the stage hadn't stopped. He was swinging people around, covered in sweat. Everywhere was filled with deep pits created by An Liya's body.

The referee was dumbfounded. He looked at the organizing committee for help. He was in a dilemma now. He was really scared!

If he called a stop to it, he would offend Jingda. If he didn't call a stop to it, he would offend the Western Alliance.

He was just a referee, and his monthly salary was only a pittance. How dare he manage such a thing? Wasn't this asking him to risk his life?

Fortunately, Qiao Yu finally stopped at this time, because he seemed to vaguely hear the sound of sobbing.

A hint of doubt appeared on Qiao Yu's handsome face. He looked at An Liya, who was still stubbornly holding onto the longbow.

Where was the ethereal and beautiful aura that An Liya had at the beginning? Her face was covered in dirt, and her pretty face was full of dust, looking like a cinder girl from a coal stove.

The white dress she wore was now full of stains, and her hair was extremely messy. The sobbing sound was coming from her.

"What the hell? Why are you crying?" Qiao Yu was stunned.

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. As soon as he asked, An Liya's grievances seemed to have found an outlet, pouring out like a torrent.

"Wah!"

An Liya sat on the ground, hugging her knees. One hand was still holding the Wrath of the Gods, and she burst into tears. Tears kept streaming down her beautiful face.

That cry was truly heartbreaking. How much grievance must she have suffered to make such a cry?

Many people in the Great Xia Ancient Kingdom in the Kyoto Stadium couldn't help but feel a little ashamed... While defeating the goddess of the Western Alliance was indeed worth celebrating and being proud of, it was indeed a bit too much to make a little girl cry like this.

Qiao Yu on the stage was instantly dumbfounded. He had swung too many people, and he couldn't even remember them all, but An Liya, who had been swung to the point of crying like this, was still the first! He inexplicably unlocked a strange achievement.

"Hey... I just swung you a few times, it's not like I killed your father, you don't have to cry so hard, right? I'll just give you back this broken bow."

How would Qiao Yu know that An Liya had grown up on the sacred mountain since she was a child, and she had very little contact with people, maintaining a pure heart.

She had also never been beaten before. Just like how a baby would cry when it hurt, An Liya's first reaction was naturally to cry loudly to relieve the pain.

"No... Wuwu... No! Since... Wuwu... Since you want it... then I'll give it to you!"

What Qiao Yu didn't expect was that An Liya, who had been very stubborn, actually let go at this moment when she heard this, and the loud crying turned into sobbing.

Immediately afterward, the Wrath of the Gods, which had been very repulsive to Qiao Yu, was now as docile as a little lamb, giving Qiao Yu a feeling of being able to control it as if it were his own arm.

Qiao Yu was shocked. He had only felt this way on the Candle Dragon Crescent Moon Blade. This situation could only mean that the spirit of the Wrath of the Gods had recognized him!

What was going on? Qiao Yu was confused and couldn't figure out what was happening at all.

Could it be that he had just messed around and swung this girl's brain out of order?

An Liya stood up, still sobbing. She wiped the dust and tears from her face with her sleeve, making her look even more like a little cat.

An Liya looked at Qiao Yu, who was holding the Wrath of the Gods with a bewildered expression, and a sly light flashed in her golden pupils.

"Since the Wrath of the Gods has already recognized you! Then you have to come back to the sacred mountain with me to get married!"