Chu Mingyang actually lost?
This was something that no one could have predicted.
Everyone stared ahead, dumbfounded.
"How, how is this possible?"
Yi Taichu's face was ashen, and Wang Qinghu's mouth was agape.
As for An Mengxiang, she was struck as if by lightning, frozen on the spot.
They had imagined many possibilities.
They thought about Ye Qingchen being unable to resist, being cut down by Chu Mingyang on the spot.
They also thought about Ye Qingchen sensing the unfavorable situation, kneeling to beg for mercy.
But!
They never considered this possibility.
Silence engulfed the surroundings, leaving only the 'tap, tap' of Ye Qingchen's footsteps.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Chu Mingyang spat out blood in large mouthfuls, a look of disbelief on his face, his pupils contracting violently, as if he had seen a ghost.
He seemed unable to believe that he had actually lost to Ye Qingchen. The strength of the young man before him had exceeded his imagination.
