Amidst the tense gazes of the crowd, the dust in the arena gradually settled, revealing a scene that left the highlanders in shock, while Bai Yingshi and Bai You'er, who had just emerged, were beaming with joy. Lan Yueying, however, wore a complex expression.
Ye Fei stood proudly in the center, his twin swords now merged into one, resting on his shoulder. The once invincible guardian of the highlands lay on the ground, his arms severed at the elbows, his spirit utterly broken. Though he still clung to life, it was clear he was on the brink of death.
Ye Fei stepped forward, looking down at the fallen giant, and asked calmly, "So, what do you have to say?"
"Defeated by a better man, what more is there to say? Give me a quick death!"
The giant, once arrogant and tyrannical, had ruled the highlands like a king for years.
Though he never claimed to be invincible, he never imagined being defeated on his turf.
This loss stripped him of all his glory and pride.
