Cloud Sky Peak
The rain gradually lessened, falling sporadically; in the distant sky, a touch of gentle sunlight appeared, with the hazy colors of an ink painting.
The raindrops, illuminated by the afterglow, shimmered slightly.
After the violent storm, the two figures on the martial platform stood tall and distinct.
The crowd below held their breath.
"You... won."
Duan Xiaolong's strained words broke the silence on the scene.
The disciples wore expressions of surprise and doubt, feeling a sense of unfinished business.
When Duan Xiaolong spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered, the disciples were shocked and gasped in disbelief.
"Defeated!"
"Duan Xiaolong was defeated?"
Some disciples were dismayed, seemingly unable to accept the reality.
Indeed.
Duan Xiaolong was a legend in the Outer Disciples.
Two years ago, he could have topped the Outer Sect, being the uncrowned king.
Rumor had it.
