The dust gradually settled, and everyone's eyes focused on the center of the arena. Yang Xuan and Gu Yichen stood there alone; the rest had all fallen. Yang Xuan was dressed in a golden robe, the precious sword in his hand trembling slightly, a victorious smile on his face. Gu Yichen wore a solemn expression, manipulating his earth spiritual roots as he watched Yang Xuan vigilantly.
Yang Xuan laughed heartily and said, "Ha, ha! In the end, our sect disciples are superior. Today's battle has won glory for the Golden Scale Spirit Sect."
The disciples of the Golden Scale Sect cheered jubilantly, shouting Yang Xuan's name. "Senior Brother Yang Xuan is mighty! Long live the Golden Scale Sect!"
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