Under the sunlight tinged with the glow of the sunset,
there was a flicker, as if permeated with a bone-chilling cold.
A slender flash of silver shot towards Xiang Huai.
The crowd felt a blur before their eyes.
Only to see, Xiang Huai cried out in pain as he fell off his horse, rolling several times before stopping just two or three meters away from the finish line. He clutched his wrist, his handsome face contorted with agony.
"Damn it!"
"Xiang Huai, get up quickly! Stand up, I bet a million on you!"
"How did he fall off the horse? He couldn't have lost on purpose, could he?"
Meanwhile,
Huo Xingzhou rode his black steed, speeding past and crossing the finish line.
The winner was clear!
He dismounted and walked over to Qiao Xi, looking at her, as if ice and snow were melting in his eyes.
Sun Weimeng shouted excitedly, "I won! I've won, pay up the twenty-eight million to Young Master here!" He laughed heartily, his ten million investment returning with a handsome profit.