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With Ji Yuan's sword pressed against Ling Tingyu's neck, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood on his white clothes before he could do anything. He was in a sorry state, not as pleased with himself as he was before.

As for the sword on his neck, he didn't even look at it. He first coughed a few times.

"It is a normal thing for the victors to lose and the losers to lose