"It seems I have won!"
Xiao Yi smiled as he looked at the two people slumped on the ground.
Li Youruo and the purple-robed Taoist exchanged looks, finding it difficult to accept the reality before them.
They had always been proud of their deep mastery of Formation Path and never took Xiao Yi seriously. In their eyes, Xiao Yi's challenge in Formation Path was like an ant shaking a tree, a tiny spark trying to outshine the bright moon.
But reality had slapped them hard!
In the end...
They were the tiny sparks and Xiao Yi was the true bright moon.
His brilliance overwhelmed them completely.
They both felt as if they had lived their last hundred years in vain.
"Enough is enough, I admit defeat without resentment!"
