"You have lost!"
Xiao Yi looked at Zhao Wudi standing before him with a blank expression.
The Qingping Sword gleamed with a cold edge, and its icy blade rested against Zhao Wudi's neck.
The sharp Sword Qi seemed ready to slice his skin open.
At the slightest unusual movement from Zhao Wudi, this sword would swing down mercilessly, decapitating him.
No matter how robust the life force of a Saint King Realm expert.
Once the head is severed.
The body would be completely wasted, at the very least.
Zhao Wudi's face was ashen.
He hadn't expected to ultimately be defeated by Xiao Yi.
All along.
In his mind, his only rival was his father, Zhao Wuji.
Especially after a serendipitous event allowed him to obtain the corpses of the Supreme Yin Demon Beast and Supreme Yang Demon Beast, fully merging their power into his own body.
He was conceited.
He thought that even if the Hall of Longevity reappeared, it couldn't possibly impede his progress.
As for Xiao Yi...
