Clearly just a guard, clearly just an unknown soldier, and yet... he won?
That sword tip only needed to advance another inch to take his life.
And it only took one move...
With just one move, he was defeated.
With just one move, all his hopes were shattered.
Xuanyuan Yichuan felt an unprecedented defeat, and at the same time, his heart seemed to be churning, with unbearable pain.
Xuanyuan Yichuan's legs buckled, and he fell to the ground.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the guard before him, who seemed ethereal and extraordinary, filled with despair, unwillingness, and jealousy.
Why him!
Clearly, he was the one who had loved the Princess for over ten years, what is this guard compared to him?
Yu Siqiao looked at the opponent before him, said nothing, and turned to step off the stage.
But suddenly, the defeated opponent spoke: "Wait a moment."
The voice wasn't loud, completely lacking the previous vigor.
Yu Siqiao paused but did not turn back.
