The battle finally ended
Tang Xiaoli's voice trembled faintly. Everyone else nervously clenched their fists as they watched the motionless figure, their eyes filled with worry and unease. They were all waiting, holding on to their last hope.
Bi Fan lay on the ground, feeling the sharp pain radiating from every part of his body. His internal organs burned as if engulfed in flames. He couldn't stop coughing, and fresh blood spilled from his mouth once more.
Ye Daocheng narrowed his eyes. After a brief pause, he slowly walked over. Seeing that Bi Fan couldn't fight back at all, he crouched before him and said quietly, "It's over. I told you that none of you would leave here."
Bi Fan's face was pale, but his gaze remained calm. He struggled to raise his head and meet Ye Daocheng's somber eyes, then managed a breathless smile. "Is that so? But your opponent's still alive. Isn't it a little early to declare the fight over?"
"Do you still have the strength to fight back?" Ye Daocheng asked, his expression unchanged.
Bi Fan smiled weakly but didn't answer. He tried to struggle to his feet, but his injuries were too severe. He looked rather pathetic.
Ye Daocheng gazed at him, without a trace of scorn or arrogance in his eyes. Instead, his expression was grave. "You're strong. When I return, I'll make sure your place at the top of the Hunting List is recognized. You've earned it. If my cultivation hadn't surpassed yours today, I might have been the one to fall. But fate didn't give you enough time."
As he spoke, he drew a short, sturdy, dark-red dagger and pressed it against Bi Fan's neck. "This blade was personally bestowed upon me by Lord Demon King. It's called Dark Blade. Now I'll