No Other Choice

"So you want matters to end just like that? Your Sect's Old Man Potian did because of my disciple..."

Fengyun felt his heart turn cold as he sighed. How could he demand anything at this point? Was he asking for death?  

He didn't even think about it before replying seriously, "There is life and death on the battlefield, one cannot blame others for it. My Daoling Sect has no grievances with Saint. Fengyun was reckless this time to offend your disciple..."

Dragon Shadow didn't speak, he turned his head and looked elsewhere.

Fengyun instantly stopped talking. He took a look at Huayun and the others, sighing before silently taking his leave.

Hongyi who was not far away had already silently retreated when Zhongguang received Dragon Shadow's sword. Without a sound, he was already at the entrance of a Spiritual River.

However, right as a look of good fortune appeared in his eyes and he tried to leave, he saw Dragon Shadow gaze over.