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As expected… Fog lost.

This battle defeated two people at once… which they had conceded from the bottom of their hearts.

Fang Yimo looked up and watched the clouds as they changed. He was reminded of something that Moon Soul had said when Mist died. Back then, he had brushed it off as pure nonsense, but now, looking back at it, he couldn't agree with it more.

The era of the top ten had passed. The time had come for the new leaders of the Five Regions Continent to be born.

He looked at Meng Fuyao. Standing erect with pride, the lady on the cliff was beautiful like jade. The bright majestic sun rose above her head, as though it had just bestowed upon her the crown of victory. The golden rays of light shone onto her exquisite side profile, carving at the elegant curves on her face.