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"Another... defeat??"
The Lords of the Realm had already become somewhat numb to the sight.
At this moment, the Triadic Wind Envoy was covered in wounds, and the once majestic and unruly mane of the wind lion was now in complete disarray. Along with the tail that had been severed earlier, it no longer possessed the domineering presence of one who commanded the myriad winds.
The Triadic Wind Envoy was breathing heavily, and Guan Zhangming took a deliberate glance at the Golden Emperor Peng, realizing that it too appeared extremely weak under the onslaught of the Demon Man's Demon Flame. Guan Zhangming's face was as unpleasant as it could be.
Just now, he had made bold claims under the watchful eyes of all the spectators, only to be embarrassingly beaten back. Guan Zhangming's pride from Frontier City was nowhere to be found.
