"I've lost," the old man said.
As Lael spoke, Su Yuan gently tapped the sword, and the chasm that separated the Death Realm from the present world suddenly vanished into nothingness.
Lael immediately stepped out, glancing back at the Spirit Summoning Vortex slowly contracting behind him, and let out a slight sigh of relief.
He could hide away early, but doing so in the Blue Sea Star was one thing; hiding in the Netherworld Hell was unbearable!
Su Yuan raised his hand, summoned back the Demon Soul, and dissipated the Oath of Returning Ruins, saying, "Lord Lael, I concede."
"Mythical Sword..." Lael came to the front, looking at Su Yuan with eyes full of somber admiration, "Royal Envoy Su, worthy of being the strongest talent of Great Flame for millennia!"
Su Yuan's gaze landed on the young Lael, faintly perceiving the astounding power within the other.
Su Yuan said with a smile, "It was a clever move from me this time; otherwise, I might not have triumphed."
