When Cheng Huanzi conceded defeat, he was almost driven to a desperate situation, losing room to maneuver, which can be said to be a complete defeat.

"Acceptance!"

Qin Sang was at ease, and stood up with his sword drawn, with a steady breath, which was in stark contrast to the embarrassed Cheng Huanzi.

Cheng Huanzi took a deep breath, his face was gloomy, and he grabbed with a virtual palm.

The remaining illusion completely collapsed, returned to the essence of light and dust, turned into a streamer, flew back to Cheng Huanzi's hand, and re-condensed into the whisk.

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