Shang Ziyan's crown burst open, causing his silver hair to scatter about as his face was covered with blood, looking extremely miserable.
He had used everything in his arsenal yet he could not turn the tide of battle. As his injuries worsen, death was biting at his heels.
"I've lost, I actually lost to Zhang Ruochen..."
Shang Ziyan's eyes dimmed a little, unable to accept this reality.
Recalling a few years ago, Zhang Ruochen was like a gnat in his eyes, and was of no threat at all; something he could squeeze to death at will.
It was just that Zhang Ruochen's growth was so fast that he found it difficult to react, and he could not take any advantage in each confrontation. This time, he ended up in a miserable defeat.
Suddenly, Shang Ziyan looked up as he looked at Zhang Ruochen bitterly, roaring. "No, not like this, I will never lose!"