The snowflakes and plum blossoms that had filled the world suddenly vanished, as if washed away.
It was like a dream.
Those who watched were unable to escape the lingering echoes of that majestic sight, staring blankly at the arena.
Once the dreamlike scene faded, only two figures remained standing.
The two people.
Qingming and Jin Jinlong.
Everyone held their breath, gazing at the two.
"What happened?"
"Who won?"
Most people did not realize what had happened in the duel.
They had only witnessed the flurry of white snowflakes and red plum blossoms.
But soon, their eyes would clearly confirm the outcome.
Jin Jinlong, who had been standing tall, wavered on his knees.
In a world where time seemed to have stopped, it felt as if only Jin Jinlong was moving.
His bent knee struck the ground, and soon his body crumbled.
Thud.
It was the sound that broke the long silence.
That awkward and unfamiliar sound set the time of Huoshan back in motion.
"……."
Baichuan stared wide-eyed at the fallen Jin Jinlong.
"Jin Jinlong…."
The wall that had always seemed insurmountable to him was now defeated and lying on the ground.
Was Jin Jinlong weak? Absolutely not.
The prowess Jin Jinlong displayed in this duel far exceeded Baichuan's expectations.