"Did I lose...?"
Ye Xuan was pierced through the chest by the [Yin Sword], and blood continued to flow. He felt immense pain in his chest, a burning sensation that twisted his face into a grimace.
"Did I really lose?"
Ye Xuan chuckled bitterly a few times.
He raised his hand and tightly gripped the [Yin Sword] that impaled his chest, then laughed maniacally, "I lost!"
"Yes, you did lose. So, go ahead and die!"
Ji Wuming sneered coldly. In his view, Ye Xuan was probably insane, and it was time to finish him off.
Ji Wuming suddenly tried to pull out the [Yin Sword], but Ye Xuan held onto it tightly.
"Hmm?"
Ji Wuming showed a suspicious look. It was only then he noticed that Ye Xuan's left hand had been cut open by the [Yin Sword], and beneath the blood and flesh, white bone was faintly visible—a terrifying sight.
"Haha, I lost!"
But Ye Xuan seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to shout.
