"The victor, Dou Zhao of Chu!"
As the Tianxiao Sword descended, Yu Xi's voice timely arose.
Warm and clear light flowed, covering Gan Changan's body. Protecting his body and soul, nurturing his vitality.
At this moment, Dou Zhao still held the Tianxiao Sword, which remained embedded in Gan Changan's forehead.
Blood cascaded like a waterfall.
The red and the white had already blurred the face of Gan Changan.
But the sword could not inch further.
Instead, slowly, it began to be pulled out.
It wasn't that Yu Xi couldn't more easily force the sword out, but on one hand, he had to preserve Gan Changan's life, preventing the injury from worsening, while on the other hand, he needed to protect Dou Zhao, not to let his own "intervention" cause any harm to Dou Zhao.
This is the impartiality expected of the Yellow River Gathering's main competition host.
