Under the gazes of the crowd, Dii Qingxue walked back. She was, without a doubt, the victor of this battle.
It was a stunning victory!
Luu Tianlan stood frozen in place, his black hair a mess, looking rather wretched.
His expression was grim. When Dii Qingxue first defeated him, he might have been able to endure the sting of failure.
But when he discovered that his defeat was merely a means to help Ye Wushuang comprehend the Sword Dao, even the best of temperaments would have nearly snapped.
However, hailed by the crowd as a genius capable of placing in the top three, his mental fortitude was far beyond that of an ordinary person.
Soon enough, he forcibly swallowed his rage.
'I may have been defeated in this battle, but I haven't truly lost!'
Luu Tianlan murmured to himself, his gaze shifting to Beize Yunzhuo and Wudao. The confidence in his eyes remained, and it was even stronger than before!
