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Meng Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, his posture straight and upright, his thick black hair spilling over his shoulders as he turned to look at Zhao Hun.

Though his face remained covered by a bronze mask, concealing his expression, the faint disappointment and embarrassment in his eyes were still visible.

A proud man, brimming with confidence and believing his plans foolproof, only to fail in the end—such a blow was immense. All the more so because the Meng Zhao of the past could only kneel before him.

When Meng Zhao's gaze drifted over, Tie Xiongfei, standing before Zhao Hun, felt his heart turn to ice. Only two words remained in his mind.

"It's over!"

Yes, it truly was over. A powerhouse like Yang Cai, with all his arrogance and wildness, had been forcibly suppressed by Meng Zhao's tyrannical martial skill. He had even honored the wager and admitted defeat. How could the two of them possibly resist Meng Zhao?

Especially when they looked at the once vibrant, vast, and empty Erniu Peak Summit. A full third of it had been blasted apart, while the remaining two-thirds lay in utter devastation, nearly reduced to ruins. Their fear only grew fiercer.

Zhao Hun sighed and spoke first.

"Impressive. It seems I truly misjudged you, mistaking a true dragon for a grass snake. But don't celebrate too soon. Though I have fallen one move behind today, there will come a day when I rise again from the ashes.

"Sooner or later, we will fight a battle to the death."

With that, he abruptly thrust his hand into Tie Xiongfei's back. An incomparably strange aura radiated from his body, and blood-red light like blazing fireworks emerged across Tie Xiongfei's surface.

Behind Zhao Hun, a searing phantom of a demonic furnace slowly