That single sentence was like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head, extinguishing Xuanyuan Bi'an's rage in an instant.
A chill bloomed deep in his heart, spreading rapidly until his entire body began to tremble.
Ning Jiang's arrow had been incomparably sharp and unstoppable. Since it could easily pierce his flesh, it could just as easily have pierced his brow and destroyed his Primordial Spirit.
He realized then that Ning Jiang had held back. Otherwise, he would already be a dead man, beyond saving.
Once he understood this, his will to fight vanished.
"I have failed."
He slowly uttered three words.
The battle was decided. He had lost to Ning Jiang.
But an infinite glint of light appeared in his eyes. "Ning Jiang! I, Xuanyuan Bi'an, do not need anyone's charity. Since I've lost, take my life!"
