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"Boom!"
The windmill radiating blue light dimmed as Yu Xiong spat out a mouthful of blood, his body struck by the willow branches and instantly sent flying dozens of miles away.
The outcome had been decided.
Liuyun did not attack again; his expression remained calm as he floated in mid-air, as though he had just done something trivial.
Although this outcome was expected, seeing Liuyun win so effortlessly filled Lin Chen, and the other two with joy.
Lin Hu Shan's face turned deathly pale; he had never imagined that Yu Xiong would lose so cleanly and decisively.
From beginning to end, not one of Yu Xiong's attacks posed a threat to Liuyun, not in the slightest!
It was over!
His own son, he feared, had died in vain!
The other members of the Huan Yue Sect were also pale with shock, many cursing inwardly, "Lin Yuanyi, you damned fool, you've provoked a ceiling-level big shot!"
Others may court disaster, but you've not only done that, you've dragged the whole sect into it!
