The entire Divine Power Square was utterly silent.
Ye Jiankong's body, weakened, almost didn't stay upright. His hair was a mess, his appearance wretched, and his body bore several bloody marks, evidently injured by the force of Jiang Shu's fist.
The Lifebound Treasure that had always hovered before him had also fallen to the ground, losing its previous luster.
Only the sound of his heavy breathing remained, like a gentle wind blowing.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shu, his robes fluttering in the wind, spoke indifferently, "If it weren't for the Deacon, you would already be dead."
"I know..."
Ye Jiankong's proud head finally drooped. He didn't dare to look at Jiang Shu, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Although there was no wager in their duel, everyone knew that losing came at a price.
"Two Spirit Rank Treasures, three hundred bottles of Pure Essence Pills..."
Not enough?
