"You have lost!"
Xiao Yi held the Red Sky Sword at an angle, its sharp tip pressed against Chen Longxiang's throat.
Just one more inch.
And Chen Longxiang would be decapitated.
At this moment, Chen Longxiang's entire body was consumed by a chilling cold, the icy sensation from the sword spreading throughout him, making him feel as if trapped inside a frozen cellar.
On Chen Longxiang's face was an expression of utter disbelief.
Even now...
He still couldn't believe that he had been defeated by Xiao Yi.
After all.
From the very beginning.
He had never thought much of Xiao Yi. In his eyes, Xiao Yi wasn't even worth a glance.
It must be noted...
He was the first ancient ancestor who had established the holy land of Baiyu.
Even in Ancient Times.
His strength was overwhelming, standing alongside powerhouses like Zhao Wuji and the Dual Star Taoist as a legendary figure of his age.
He held himself to be comparable to Zhao Wuji and others.
