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Two people stopped Yan Lanting, saying in a low voice, "What happened to you, to be injured like this?"
"Shut your nonsense, it's clear that I am the victor. It's already impressive for him to make it back to the Bodhi Sect."
Yan Lanting, with a proud smile, had not yet finished speaking when suddenly he spewed out a mouthful of blood plasma, his previously healthy and rosy cheeks instantly turned deathly pale.
He turned his face away, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his lips: "Anyway, I won."
"Brother Yan!" Feng Xi couldn't help but call out impatiently.
Of course, he had won. After all, it was within the territory of the Divine Dynasty, with the suppression of the Emperor's Aura; otherwise, that Bodhisattva would not have left in such a rush.
But what is there to be proud of?
The three of them, as Generals of Southern Defense, have the duty to oversee the Great Nan Continent, not to quarrel with the Bodhi Sect. This was an avoidable dispute.
