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"It seems you're not that stupid!"
Ye Xuan's gaze was chillingly cold, staring intently at the Third Elder whose chest was pierced through. He sneered disdainfully a few times and said indifferently, "The one who laughs last, is still me!"
"Haha!"
The Third Elder of the Sword Sect at West Yan Mountain, with blood all over his mouth and teeth stained bright red, glared angrily at Ye Xuan, filled with resentment and hatred, and said harshly, "Do you think you've won? Do you think you can truly laugh to the end?"
"Hehe."
Ye Xuan was bathed in blood, severely injured but not fatally, whereas the penetrating wound on the Third Elder's chest was absolutely deadly.
Could it be that the Third Elder is still not dead?
Ye Xuan found it amusing that someone at the Foundation Establishment Peak, like him, was dragging his dying body to counterkill two Golden Core Early Stage cultivators.
