Sun Rang conceded defeat.
Blood streamed all over his body. He looked utterly bedraggled, his clothes dyed red with fresh blood, yet the joy on his face was impossible to conceal.
Such an outcome greatly exceeded the expectations of Su Yi, Su Wanjun, and Qing'er.
Clearly, it all had something to do with Bai Shu.
For sword immortal Sun Rang to make such a concession, it was evident just how lofty Bai Shu's place was in his heart.
Bai Shu's face was livid as he said coldly, "Spare me your hypocrisy! Fate Official Su's victory or defeat is not something you can yield to him!"
His shoulder was pinned down, leaving him unable to move, yet he showed no fear. The hatred and killing intent between his brows were utterly undisguised.
Sun Rang smiled gently. "Junior Brother is right. In a contest of the sword, he truly won. It was not that I handed him victory on a silver platter."
As he spoke, he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and looked at Qing'er. "However, Miss Qing'er must still come with me. Fate Official Su may rest assured. Given the friendship between Miss Qing'er and me, I would never harm her."
Su Wanjun's heart sank.
Clearly, even Bai Shu's appearance could not make Sun Rang change his stance.
Indeed, he had conceded defeat to Su Yi.
But that was merely out of consideration for Bai Shu's sake. No one would take it seriously.
"With me here, I will not let you have your way."
Su Yi struggled to rise from the ground. He was so weak that a gust of wind seemed capable of scattering his entire body into flying ash.
The heavy deathly aura around him was visibly eroding what little vitality he had left.
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