Crack!
The strength in Yan Yan Guo's hand increased a few degrees, the vortex doubled in size, and its rotational speed was even faster.
Blood flowed rapidly from the body of the crow, like a curtain of blood.
The crow's expression was one of shock.
"I surrender!"
Seeing this, Yan Yan Guo coldly snorted, fiercely flung the long whip, and the vortex carried the crow off the stage.
Boom!
The crow crashed to the ground, blood and tears streaming down its face.
The whole arena was shocked at this moment.
Everyone was looking at Yan Yan Guo standing majestically on the stage, only to see him in a black robe fluttering in the wind, the long whip in his hand moving like a green snake.
His expression was very majestic.
"Haha, from today onwards, I, Yan Yan Guo, will stand tall."
He put away the long whip and laughed up into the sky.
"Is this truly the same Yan Yan Guo I rejected countless times?"
Zhao Yiran's expression was stunned, her face dazed.
