Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh as he emerged from the violently turbulent waves, holding a sharp Cold Sword in his right hand, and walked up to Bei Shuisheng.
"You lost."
Standing above, Ye Xuan looked down at Bei Shuisheng, who was covered in blood and looked like a defeated rat, and said indifferently.
"Ha ha…"
Bei Shuisheng laughed maniacally a few times.
He took out the Mountain Mirror from his chest and examined it carefully.
There were several terrifying cracks on the Mountain Mirror.
"Just as I expected!"
Staring at the Mountain Mirror, Bei Shuisheng instantly understood everything.
If the Mountain Mirror hadn't protected his heart, Ye Xuan's sword would have been enough to kill him.
"I'm not dead yet. How can you say I lost?"
Bei Shuisheng roared, his eyes cold.
In his heart, he felt frustrated. If not for the Mountain Mirror being a divine weapon, he would definitely be dead by now.
But since he was still alive, it meant that Ye Xuan had lost.
