"You win!" Ye Fan said. His body trembled uncontrollably, as he had yet to escape the Life and Death Reincarnation.
"You aren't weak either," Qiu Ji said. "It's just that you couldn't defend against a severe soul attack! If you had focused solely on defense, perhaps you would have found my opening."
Ye Fan was filled with regret. He had been so intent on defeating Qiu Ji that he had forgotten something so important. Back then, he had been able to withstand the Thirteen Heroic Swords of the Little God Monarch with nothing but his physical strength. That had been a perfect combat style, but this time, he had neglected it, and so, he had failed. His soul spiraled into an endless decline, and it felt as if his body could no longer support him.
At this point, Ye Fan asked, "Can you promise me one thing?"
"What is it?" Qiu Ji asked.
"Let my wife go!" he said with great difficulty.
