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That shout aggravated Lü Fengxian's injuries, and he coughed up great mouthfuls of blood.

But he had no time to worry about that.

Using what little spiritual energy remained in his Divine Mansion World, he swiftly fashioned a robe of spiritual energy. Only after draping it over himself did Lü Fengxian breathe a sigh of relief.

He glared fiercely at Li Xinge.

He was about to fight again.

But when he saw that the Blood Dragon Sky-Breaking Halberd's light had faded completely and it gave him no response, he fell silent.

A sense of defeat and absurdity washed over him.

He, Lü Fengxian, had never been weaker than anyone in his life.

He had reached the Qi-Blood Realm at sixteen, the Innate Realm at twenty-five, and the Divine Mansion Realm at one hundred and seventy, opening a nine-hundred-li Divine Mansion World.

He had never suffered a defeat.

It had always been he who crossed realms to defeat others.

Yet today, even after exhausting every trick at his disposal, he had lost to someone at the Early-stage Divine Mansion.

Worse still, that Early-stage Divine Mansion cultivator was only in his early thirties.

Time and again, he had used others as stepping stones to build the renown of Lü Fengxian.

But today, Lü Fengxian had become someone else's stepping stone.

How bitterly ironic.

"Hahaha, hahaha..."

Lü Fengxian laughed.

There was madness and self-mockery in it.

Li Xinge simply watched him in silence.

Perhaps he had laughed enough.

Lü Fengxian spoke. "Li Xinge, I admit you're formidable. I, Lü Fengxian, am no match for you. But if you want me to beg for mercy, impossible! No one in the Lü Family fears death! Kill me or carve me up, do as you please."

With that, he turned his head away.

Li Xinge smiled