Everyone was expecting Zhao Lan to be the one left standing on the platform, but no, it was Ye Qing. His face was a right mess, blood was jetting out of his stump like a fountain, and his whole body was covered in blood. Anyone could tell that he was in a terrible condition.0

But he was alive.1

And Zhao Lan was nowhere to be seen.0

As impossible as it might seem, Ye Qing’s survival could only mean Zhao Lan’s death.0

But how?0

How did Ye Qing do the impossible?0

They had envisioned all kinds of possibilities while the fog covered up the last bits of the battle. They had imagined Zhao Lan ripping Ye Qing’s remaining limbs off, Zhao Lan destroying Ye Qing’s dantian and meridians, even Zhao Lan beating Ye Qing to death with his bare hands.0

The one thing they didn’t expect was Ye Qing to live, and Zhao Lan to die.0

For a time, the entire peak was engulfed in a strange, oppressive silence. Even Fang Muyun and Chu Wangsun were looking at Ye Qing with indecipherable expressions on their faces.0

“How… How on earth did Zhao Lan lose? I thought he consumed the Hanba’s blood essence?” The Harmony King rubbed his eyes furiously, but Ye Qing’s silhouette didn’t waver. Zhao Lan didn’t just lose the battle,...0