The Xia Clan Won

Dongbo Xueying regained consciousness and saw Xia Fayang of the Xia Clan and General Xuan of the Cang Clan beside him likewise coming to.

"Who was first? Who was second?"

They all rose to their feet, each of them somewhat puzzled.

Just moments ago, they had been giving their all to resist the soul technique, with no mind to spare for observing the outside world. They had no idea of the rankings.

"Brother Flying Snow, you were second," Fan Sanyuan transmitted. "What a pity—you were only a tiny bit away from first place! The three of you held out for a long time, and in the end you all fell one after another. The gaps between you were very small."

Dongbo Xueying was slightly stunned.