"I... I lost?" Ni Jianshuang raised her head, staring blankly at Shen Haoran, who stood upon the remnants of her throne. The jet-black Fire Spirit Black Obsidian accentuated his captivating physique, and a light glinted in his indifferent eyes. For a fleeting moment, Ni Jianshuang was dazed. It was as if the one standing before her was not some young punk, but the legendary successor to the Chaos Divine Body from ages past.
CRACK... Ni Jianshuang lowered her head. The purple longsword in her hand and the countless vortexes at her back shattered, dissolving into motes of light that vanished into the air. Her aura receded completely. Just then, the environment changed abruptly. When Shen Haoran came to his senses, he found himself back in the pavilion at the center of the Purple Bamboo Forest. It was as if he had never moved, but his tattered clothes and the profound weakness radiating from within his body proved he had just fought a great battle.
