The long spear in her palm suddenly transformed into a sword shadow, which she slashed out with a wave of her hand, directly piercing towards Qin Xiangyu's forehead.
All of this changed extremely quickly, leaving countless people unable to react, completely caught off guard.
Qin Xiangyu also didn't react in time, momentarily stunned in place, only seeing that sword shadow rapidly expand in her pupils, plunging her mind into brief blankness.
But soon, the sword shadow stopped, halted right at the tip of her nose.
The surrounding furious killing intent was restrained at this moment, and in that girl's pitch-black eyes, there was coldness devoid of emotion.
"You lost."
Three words, slowly spoken.
