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Fog did a somersault in mid-air, ready to commence an attack once again. She was about to make use of the water and the mist to trap Meng Fuyao, but who could have thought that Meng Fuyao would take action first.

The first rays of copper hues finally made their appearance as the sun peeked out of the horizon. The river now glimmered gold under the light as Destiny Rebellion created waves. Tiny beads of water sparkled in the air as beautiful tiny rainbows formed. Fog quickly retreated as the droplets of water splattered over her bronze mirror.

”The rise of the sun! The dispersal of mist!”

Fog hollered as she was forced to retreat by the water walls. She counter-attacked, making use of the winds and clouds. The huge pieces of dark clouds rolled over, bringing it the angry sounds of thunder as it cruelly crushed onto Meng Fuyao!

Fog was now thoroughly angered.

Meng Fuyao sneered. With the dagger, Meng Fuyao commanded a pillar of white light that was brighter than the rising sun and welcomed the gray, dark force.

The two met in the air, giving their all in that one move they had exchanged!

Bang!

The rays of light lingered in the air as the black-white forces met with each other. What followed the collision was an explosion as the two forces attempted to engulf each other. Then, one could see the white pillar gradually getting longer and longer and eventually, swallowing the black force into nothingness!

Rosy clouds, black midst, jade white!

A three-colored rainbow!

Under the odd rainbow, the man looked up in awe.

On the river bank, a man donned in light purple smiled slightly as he watched his Goddess.

A little further down, the girl beside the campfire turned back, while the unconscious man had been rudely awakened by the deafening sound. He shot up, immediately surveying his surroundings.

Further down on Zhuling Mountain, the mist dispersed, and the man with bright eyes stopped in his tracks as he gazed in the direction of the sky. The three-colored rainbow reflected in his eyes.

In the bustling city, Xuanyuan Cheng stood beside a window in the tallest tower in the capital, with his hands by the window frames. The height of the tower had allowed him to have the full view of the city and beyond. His eyes looked in the direction of the Zhuling Mountain. Countless people had noticed this odd rainbow and excitedly watched upon this strange phenomenon caused by an anonymous elite martial art practitioner on Zhuling Mountain.

Meanwhile, at the cliff of Zhuling.

The battle had yet to end, but the winner had been decided.

The black force shot towards the shore, and the white light followed suit.

The two landed on the shore in succession.

The sound of the wind faded; The shore was now in a state of desolation.

Fog back faced Meng Fuyao with her long robe dragging on the floor. Two cracks ran across the rumored ”invincible” bronze mirror that Fog had held onto.

The first crack was made when Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye combined their powers to attack and the second crack was made at the last move.

The lady had her hands behind her back. Her back was straight as usual as a bleak sigh escaped her lips.

She hesitated. And then she finally admitted defeat. ”I lost.”

Lost…

Fang Yimo stood there blankly as he came back to his senses and slowly repeated, ”Yes. Fog lost.”

One of the top ten martial artists that no one had challenged for the past thirty years. Thirty years of being the pinnacle of martial arts in the eyes of others. Thirty years of not hearing the word 'lost.' Fang Yimo would have never thought that in this lifetime, he would have the chance to utter such a declaration. As the declaration left his mouth, he somehow felt disappointed; after all, Fog's loss was his too.

He sighed and suddenly wanted to sit down and rest… Perhaps, they had all gotten old.

But there was nothing to sit on!

In his shock, he had forgotten to use his inner energy to keep the crack from widening, and Meng Fuyao's ferocious inner energy had destroyed the entire cliff. There was nowhere to sit, nothing left to maintain his cool and elegant aura.