The battle had reached such a brutal point that victory was about to be decided.
Yet Mu Yun'an suddenly conceded!
It was so abrupt that it caught everyone completely off guard.
The crowd looked at one another, and the atmosphere in the field turned heavy and deathly silent.
Beneath the distant sky, Su Yi gave a slight nod. "You need not leave behind any spoils."
His body was battered and broken, his injuries far too severe, blood streaming all over him.
Yet he was not at all surprised that Mu Yun'an had chosen to concede at this moment.
"Rules are rules. I can afford to lose."
Mu Yun'an took out a storage treasure and placed it in the air before the gates of Jiekong Temple.
"Brother Mu, why did you concede?"
Someone could not help asking.
This was everyone's confusion.
Mu Yun'an shook his head without explaining.
It drove many people mad. This duel was truly unprecedented—thrilling, brutal, and terrifying enough to shake the world if word spread.
Yet in the end, it had fizzled out!
Even if they cracked their heads open, no one could figure out why Mu Yun'an, who had clearly held the upper hand, had conceded.
"Senior, have you seen through the truth of it?"
Wei Shan's curiosity gnawed at him as he humbly sought Sword Immortal Qing Shi's guidance.
Sword Immortal Qing Shi pondered. "I can only guess at two reasons. First, Mu Yun'an knew that if the battle continued, he would certainly lose, so he stopped. Otherwise, a sword cultivator with a heart as hard as iron like his would never give up so long as even a sliver of hope remained."
"Second, fellow Daoist Su likely possessed a means of winning during their earlier fight but had never used it. Mu Yun'an saw