"The winner is King and the loser is a Bandit. Yan Xun, kill me if you want!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Xun burst out laughing.
He seemed to have heard something new.
"Winner takes all?"
Yan Xun stood up slowly, and his slender figure strode towards Yan Xun. He was not too fast, not too slow, and was elegant and gentle. He really looked like an immortal who didn't belong in the mortal world.
The tip of the sword lifted Yan Xun's chin, and Yan Xun laughed, ""Are you even worthy to be my enemy?"
"If you did not have a good mother, Yan Xun, you would have died under my sword many times."
Yan Xun naturally understood what he meant.
His face was flushed red, but he could not refute Yan Xun's words.
That was because Yan Xun was telling the truth.
Three years ago, Prince Yuan Xian was suddenly poisoned and had no choice but to give up the throne. In fact, the real reason was ...
