No matter what, as the host of this Yellow River Gathering, he must announce the result.
At this moment, Yan Shaofei was below the platform.
Having defeated Wei Sun of Zhongshan, he had swiftly tended to his wounds and now sat silently below, witnessing the entire battle between Dou Zhao and Zhongxuan Zun.
His hair clasp was ruined in the earlier fight, so his hair was hanging loose.
The heaviness of raising the Longsword amidst lotuses, the joy of urging one to make merry while one can, the sorrow of using the divine swordsmanship... none of these were reflected on his face at this moment.
He was serene, grave.
"I came to the Yellow River Gathering intending to compete with the heroes of the world. Even if my body were to burn to ashes, I still wish to be the first."
This was no boast. Against Wei Sun of Zhongshan, he had already fought with his life's fire burning.
