On the arena, Zi An retreated swiftly, yet a wound was still carved across his chest and abdomen. Across from him, Lu Ye pressed forward in pursuit and slashed again.
Zi An rolled across the ground, narrowly avoiding the blow. When he got back up, he was covered in mud dyed red with blood, a thoroughly miserable sight.
He had barely steadied himself when another fierce wind struck from behind. He lunged forward like a starving dog pouncing on food, and felt a chill over his head—an enormous patch of scalp had been shaved away.
As he crashed to the ground with difficulty, Zi An knew he was dead for certain this time.
He truly could not understand it. Why had the severing of the other party's Spiritual Artifact not affected its might, while his own severed Spiritual Artifact was nothing more than an ornament in his hand...
There was no way he could dodge the next slash. Yet the pride of a disciple from a Second Rank Sect made him grit his teeth and refuse to utter those two words.
He did not shout them, but someone shouted for him. "I concede!"
It was one of Zi An's senior sisters. Seeing that things had gone badly, she knew that if she did not call out now, her junior brother would die. Though unwilling, though she knew that this cry would mean Myriad Demon Ridge had no chance left, she could not simply watch her junior brother throw his life away.
Lu Ye halted mid-pursuit and looked at the bedraggled Zi An as he rose to his feet.
Earthshaking cheers erupted from the Vast Sky Alliance camp. The shouts and wild laughter of several thousand people gathered together, making all of Golden Light Peak tremble and shudder.
The dazed Lu