This was a precaution Huang Yuegong had prepared in advance.
Ye Shiyuan's earlier reaction had already shocked him, but it did not matter, he had left himself a backup plan.
However, just when he believed victory was within his grasp, Ye Shiyuan suddenly vanished from before his eyes.
Even the experienced Huang Yuegong found it difficult to believe in that instant and a trace of panic flickered in his eyes.
Where had Ye Shiyuan gone?
A flash of sword light swept past his vision.
By the time he fully regained his senses, a sword was already pressed against his throat.
Ye Shiyuan's voice was soft, yet it was exactly the same as it had been in the past, almost unchanged.
"You've lost."
He had won and the one he defeated was the second strongest disciple of Xueshan Sect.
