"Cough—!"
Nie Fengzhuo spat a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.
His aura plummeted like a stone, the overwhelming presence of Du Changsheng retreating back into the depths of his battered consciousness.
The once-dominating pressure of the Spirit Severing Realm faded, leaving behind only a broken young man gasping for breath.
Nie Fengzhuo had seen everything that had occurred.
Forcing him to rely on his master's power, and despite that, he had lost.
He felt like the whole world was crashing down on him. He, who should have won, was defeated—and that too by his most hated enemy.
As he lay on the ground in complete defeat, the crowd erupted.
"She… Bai Xueqing has won!"
"Yes! Bai Xueqing has won. Despite Nie Fengzhuo's strength, Bai Xueqing has managed to win."
"Hahaha… I knew it. I am rich!"
…
In the Bai Clan's VIP area, the elders couldn't help but celebrate, some finally breathing out in relief.
