Elf: I, the Lord of Ghosts, lead the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts

The moment Xia Chan admitted defeat and commanded Meng Yao to attack, the outcome of the battle was decided.

Yan Qianrong and the Flame Horse won.

"Xiado, you've done well enough, come back."

Everything returned to calm. Xia Chan smiled with relief as he watched Machado, who had returned to normal (Shadow Form) after his strength was about to run out.

Machado had tried hard enough, and although he lost in the end, in his heart, Machado had already won, and he had surpassed himself before the battle.

"Shado~"

Machado looked at the staggering Fiery Horse with some reluctance, then turned and walked towards Xia Chan.

"Old Yan, I still can't beat you guys."

Then, Xia Chan looked at Yan Qianrong and congratulated him with a smile.

"God of Cicada, you...I...won unfairly!" Facing Xia Chan's congratulations, Yan Qianrong gave a bitter smile.

There was clearly a huge gap in energy levels between the two elves, but the Flame Horse was already exhausted when he won. Such a victory not only did not bring him any joy, but was extremely bitter.

"Winning is winning, there is no such thing as an unfair victory. Next time we meet, Machado and I will challenge you again. You must work hard and try not to lose too badly next time." Xia Chan shook his head to deny Yan Qianrong's words, and then spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"We will definitely try our best!" Upon hearing this, Yan Qianrong nodded seriously.

If someone else said this to him, he would probably sneer at it, but when Xia Chan said this, he had to take it seriously.

With the talent that Machado has shown, it won't take long for him to catch up with or even surpass the Flame Horse. The next time they fight, he and the Flame Horse will probably be crushed...

Yan Qianrong really doesn't want such a future to come true, so he and Lieyanma must work harder in the future.

Xia Chan had never expected or noticed that his casual words actually inspired Yan Qianrong's fighting spirit to become stronger. After comforting and praising Masha for a while, he called Yan Qianrong and He Wuyin back to the villa from the courtyard.

Afterwards, both of them withdrew their elves with mixed feelings and walked towards the villa side by side with Xia Chan.

"God of Cicada, how strong is your dream demon now?" He Wuyin asked curiously on the way.

He had absolutely no idea what was happening with the dream demon that was lazily lying on top of Xia Chan's head.

On the other side, Yan Qianrong also looked curious, waiting for Xia Chan's answer.

"Hmm..." Xia Chan pondered for a moment and said modestly, "Its current combat power should be at the late stage of Quasi-Heavenly King."

"hiss--"

Hearing Xia Chan's answer, He Wuyin and Yan Qianrong took a breath of cold air at the same time.

He was not even eighteen years old yet he possessed an elf with the combat power of a quasi-king in the late stage, and there might be more than one. This was simply beyond their current knowledge.

"I had an adventure not long ago and gained a lot from it." Xia Chan saw the surprise of the two people and explained with a smile.

Hearing this, the two did not ask any more questions, but just became silent.

Adventures are private matters, and Xia Chan's willingness to reveal some of them was already a sign that she treated them as friends. If they asked too many more questions, it would be impolite.

However, the gap between them and Xia Chan is getting bigger and bigger. Can this friendship last long?

Soon, Xia Chan broke their concerns with his consistent attitude.

Some friendships will fade and eventually disappear as status changes, but it also varies from person to person.

The summer cicada is clearly not among them.

The higher Xia Chan stands, the more fortunate they may be able to follow him and see the scenery from above. They wish Xia Chan to stand as high as possible.

Before long, the two of them figured things out and calmed down, getting along with Xia Chan as they did in the past.

The joyful atmosphere then echoed and spread throughout the villa.

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