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"You lost."
Ye Xuan sneered disdainfully.
And his shoe sole was ruthlessly pressed against Taihe Hengyi's face.
There was no denying that this scene was extremely impactful.
Taihe Hengyi knelt on one knee, his face deathly pale, with his right hand supporting him on the ground.
His upturned face was stepped on by Ye Xuan's shoe.
Ye Xuan looked down from above, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, scanning Taihe Hengyi with cold contempt, and shouted fiercely, "Just you, not worth mentioning."
"You!"
Taihe Hengyi's face burned painfully.
From his nose, a warm trickle of bright red blood flowed out.
He was furious, his face twisted with rage.
He knew that his reputation as a prodigy was utterly tarnished.
"Taihe Hengyi, the legendary number one genius, an unparalleled prodigy seen only once in a thousand years from the Taihe Family, has, has actually lost."
Someone was astonished beyond measure, eyes wide, muttering.
"This is impossible."
