"You, lost!"
Xiao Yi stood proudly in the middle of the duel arena, with a blood-colored light converging at his fingertips, forming a blade pressed against Xue Wuhen's throat.
A drop of blood fell from his neck.
Just a little further and he would sever his throat and decapitate him.
A look of confusion flashed across Xue Wuhen's face.
He was the master of Xue Yilou, the Pavilion Master of Combat Pavilion, a towering presence at the Tao Tribulation Realm Peak.
Today...
He had actually lost!
And to a junior at the Golden Elixir Realm Peak?
A deep sense of defeat swept over him, and Xue Wuhen's face turned pale. He wanted to activate his profound energy and fight again. But as the thought occurred to him, the energy blade in Xiao Yi's hand had already cut through his neck.
The sharp pain and the hot blood flowing from his neck made Xue Wuhen shudder.
After much hesitation.
The profound energy inside him subsided.
With a forced smile, he defeatly said, "I lost!"
Boom!
