The ones who knew Chen Changan best were Mu Yunyao and Da Huang.
In their eyes, Chen Changan had never once gone all out. No matter the situation, he always held something back—unless he was pushed to the brink.
But he had never encountered anything capable of pushing him to the brink.
So even Mu Yunyao and the others had no idea just how powerful Chen Changan truly was.
Only when they heard Mu Yunyao's words did everyone realize that he hadn't used the Red Dust Sword.
"He's lost it!"
"He's already lost it!"
"Fake can't become real, and real can't become fake. It's just... still a little heartbreaking."
"Yeah. That Evil Qi Chen Changan wasn't really wrong, either. But the victor becomes king and the loser is condemned—who can say what's right or wrong?"
Unable to win despite his relentless attacks, Evil Qi Chen Changan's presence and form had descended into utter chaos.
Already weaker than Chen Changan, he was now driven back step by step, his heart filling with panic.
The more panicked he became, the more erratic his attacks grew.
"Your form is in disarray. You have no chance of winning now."
"You may think I'm a hypocrite, but I'm not the one who wronged you."
"It's time to go."
With a thought, Chen Changan summoned the Red Dust Sword into his hand.
His figure flashed, and a streak of sword light cleaved across the sky.
The next moment, Evil Qi Chen Changan hovered motionlessly in the air, his gaze slowly turning vacant.
He lowered his head and looked at his body as it gradually faded away. A bitter smile suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"If you ever meet my parents, would you ask them something for me?"
"Why... did they treat me this