"Gulp!"
As drifting strands of hair appeared before him and he felt the coldness at his brow, Xiao Selang's heart hung in his throat, his body hair bristling, his Adam's apple uncontrollably quivering, and large beads of cold sweat instantly surged from his forehead.
"I've lost!"
In his horror, a voice rang out inside Xiao Selang's heart.
"No! How could I possibly lose to him??"
Xiao Selang seemed unable to accept this reality, roaring as he looked at Ye Fan. Due to his excessive movement, his brow hit the sharp edge of the Xuanye Flying Blade, cutting open a gash from which blood flowed freely.
"Little... Little Wolf, don't act rashly!"
Witnessing this scene, Elder Meng, soaring down on a Golden Eagle from the sky, suddenly snapped back to reality with his face still bearing deep shock.
No doubt...
It was shock!