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Song Wan sat beside Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin, her beautiful eyes staring straight at Song Yi's chest. Song Yi's chest was once again drenched in blood that was like peach blossoms, but he did not care at all, in his eyes, the victor had not been decided yet.

Song Yi's tiny eyes looked as if they were crying blood. His face was also covered with blood, and the strength of Song Zhong's fingers had cut his right cheek. The wound on his face was bleeding profusely. Song Yi felt extremely humiliated as he once again used his Broken Love Sword to fly into the air. Victory and defeat would be decided by life and death! It had only been a few dozen moves, how could they decide life and death?

Because the Soul Power that used the Broken Love Sword was huge, Song Yi's wound oozed even more blood than normal.

Enough! You've lost. This was the first time someone dared to go against his intentions. Ghost King was a king of Salt Lake City, he was a god of Salt Lake City. None of the subjects in the Salt Lake City dared to disobey his words, because he was too strong, so strong that other than the old Ghost King, he defeated everyone else in the Salt Lake City.

Ah!" The Broken Love Sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Song Yi held his chest in pain as he said, "I didn't lose, I didn't lose!

Even if it was Song Yi, the first prince would not dare to disobey the Ghost King, let alone the fact that he had already lost. If he lost, he would give up the title of Salt Lake City Royal Family and wander off among the countless Sea of Sands s to become a ghost slayer. From then on, he would protect his Salt Lake City in the name of ghost slaying.

The Ghost King did not speak anymore and returned to his seat. Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin pursed her lips without saying a word, her beautiful eyes staring at the wound on Song Yi's chest.

From start to finish, Yu Mengran had not said a single word, as if he did not care about who would become the future Ghost King. This was not strange, Yu Mengran was loyal to the Ghost King, and was a wise advisor. Yu Mengran had never expressed the desire to get close to any prince, and even Song Wan, who had no intention to fight for the position of Ghost King, had never expressed the intention to get close to any other prince. Not before, not now.

Song Wan's eyes were focused on Song Zhong's hands, which were completely covered in ice and even the fine hairs on his arms were also covered in white colored icicles.

Song Wan pursed her lips and looked towards the Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin. Lin Miaoyin nodded, only then did Song Wan lightly tap her foot, she looked at Song Zhong who quickly wrapped her Soul Power around Song Zhong's left hand, and quickly lightly tapped a few times on Song Zhong's left hand. Only then did she come to Song Yi's side, tore open Song Yi's clothes from her chest, and took out a row of silver needles from his chest, swiftly sewing up the flesh and bones on Song Yi's chest.

I... I didn't lose. I could still fight.

Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin stood up and scolded lightly. Her tone was incomparably cold: You've lost.

Because of Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin's ice-cold voice, Song Yi painfully closed his eyes and allowed Song Wan to sew it up in front of his chest.

The Ghost King stood up and announced: Song Zhong will be my future successor. Congratulations to our son. From today onwards, Song Yi will leave the Salt Lake City to protect his Salt Lake City as a ghost killer.

Waves of cheers came from the Salt Lake City. The Salt Lake City girl who was infatuated with Song Zhong even started to scream excitedly. The girls cheered loudly because their favorite prince had become the future king of Salt Lake City.

Because of Song Wan's treatment, the blood vessels on his left hand started to circulate, and he was able to once again feel the warmth of his own arm. Song Zhong took a step forward and kowtowed to the Ghost King, "Holy Saint, please allow me to go to the Frigid Lake to retrieve a piece of Heavenly Iron. I want to give it to my friend as a gift.

Now that you are the future king of Salt Lake City, you have the right to take what belongs to you from the Frigid Lake. Go, my son. But you must return to the Salt Lake City to inherit your throne three years later, otherwise you will be seen as a traitor of the Salt Lake City.

Saint, thank you for your permission. Song Zhong stood up and walked in the direction of the cold lake.

Ghost King and Ghost Empress Lin Miaoyin left one after the other, and the servants left one after another, leaving Song Wan and Song Wan behind. Because of the departure of Ghost King and the others, Song Yi could no longer hold on and fell as she sat on the ground.

Big brother, I have already dealt with your injuries. After ten days, you will be able to walk. In this period of time, you still need to recuperate.

Do you think I'm useless?

Ghost King said that Big Brother lost is equivalent to losing. Song Wan thought for a moment before replying.

I could have fought again, but I didn't lose! I didn't lose! If there was no life or death, how could they say that they were victorious? Song Yi clenched his teeth and said.

Big brother, you've indeed lost. Song Wan shook her head.

I can't accept this! I can't accept this! I can still fight.

Not to mention that his second brother was able to block the Heaven's Splitting Sword with his bare hands, his cultivation base was already one level lower than yours. The disparity between an Imperial Advisor and an Imperial Grandmaster was not something an ordinary person could compete with. Besides... Song Wan paused for a moment before continuing, "Second brother never used a weapon, but Big brother used a Heavenly Iron Sword of Broken Love." If that's the case, big brother, you are two levels higher than second brother. "Therefore, the Ghost King said that if you lost, you lost. This was also the reason why the Ghost Empress did not object.

Song Yi became silent, perhaps because Song Wan's words slowly started to accept the reality.

Song Wan continued to speak: although Second Brother looks cold on the surface, the move he used actually took Big Brother's life, he did not.

Song Yi remained silent. He was indeed unable to refute his.

Big brother, you should rest up. The wound will heal soon.

The body injury can be healed, the heart injury can be healed? He felt like an ant that had been abandoned. He had already been abandoned by the Ghost King, by his own people.

Song Wan didn't seem to be very good at comforting others, but at the moment, she still felt that she needed to say something. She thought for a while and said: Just treat it as Second Brother being a genius when it comes to cultivation.

Song Yi felt even more pain coming from his chest, even though there was no longer any blood that seeped in from there, the hatred in his eyes grew even stronger, and a venomous and angry expression surfaced on his face.

What Song Yi was furious about was that both the Ghost King and the Ghost Empress did not even look at him when they left, and even the servants of the Ghost Clan did not look at him. Song Yi felt that the injuries on his body could not be compared to the pain in his heart.

Song Yi deeply felt the feeling of being abandoned, and never thought that he would lose to the unarmed Song Zhong in a ghost massacre.

Salt Lake City only believes in power, those without power will be abandoned without hesitation. It was the feeling of being humiliated to the extreme, the feeling of falling from the clouds into the mud.