Wei Yi lowered his left hand and slowly dropped the Cicada Sword. The expression on his face darkened as the light of the sword diminished from the martial arts stage. All of his temperament, all the atmosphere, seemed to have disappeared like an extinguished candle.
Dazed, Wei Yi wore an extremely strange expression. He only had one thought in his mind: "I lost, I lost? I lost to Qin Wushuang, this dark horse?"
Before he had unleashed the first move of the
However, he did not even block it. He had used some unknown method and disappeared directly from the place that Wei Yi had aimed the temperament of the sword.
Regardless, he had lost.
Under the gazes of tens of thousands of eyes, he could not cheat. His identity as the Senior Brother and the temperament and pride he had built would not allow him to act shamelessly.
