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Thud.
Beibei suddenly opened her eyes, her small frame convulsed twice like a half-dead salted fish in a pot.
Completely... obliterated...
As the last moment of consciousness ended, little Beibei's eyes closed, and she completely passed out.
Ding!
The dull and color-faded Supreme Emperor Sword spun down and struck into the ground beside her head.
It not only covered her scarred face but also preserved the last dignity of a Sword Deity.
The reflective sword body cast the image of Feng Zhongzui holding the Dao Imparting Mirror, and when Feng Zhongzui could see his own eyes in it, there was no longer any doubt.
He moved the mirror towards Lord Shou, and with all his might, he shouted:
"Won!"
"Lord Shou won!"
Feng Tingchen appeared at the right moment, standing proudly with his hands behind his back in front of the Dao Imparting Mirror, slightly tilting to show a handsome profile and the Crane Sword Ting Chen at his waist as he calmly announced: