Ao Tianyang, defeated!
Lying on the ground, Ao Tianyang tried to support himself to get up, but this forceful effort caused him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Yi Xiaofei's face was also somewhat pale. He had already taken off the Silver Needle and placed it back into the black cloth bag at his waist. The Yuan Gang Force within his body had been consumed too greatly, leaving him extremely weak. However, the Dragon Pattern Ring on his left hand was transmitting a gentle energy, slowly restoring Yi Xiaofei's spirit.
"The Supreme Elder, a Saint-level Expert, how could he lose! How could he lose?"
The people of the Medical Saint Sect had a thousand reasons not to believe it, yet the reality was right before their eyes—the Supreme Elder Ao Tianyang had lost to Yi Xiaofei.
