"The Northern Liao King sure is capable! I admit defeat willingly!"
"I shall take my leave!"
Shi Buyun watched Ye Ling with cold eyes, forcibly suppressing the bone-piercing agony in his arms and the towering rage and murderous intent in his heart, and said coldly.
Having said that, he slowly got to his feet, even if his arms were broken, he was after all a Great Grandmaster!
With just his legs, he could easily stand up and leave.
Shen Lingyun on the side, however, had a complex expression and did not choose to leave at this time.
"Halt, did I say you could go?"
Before Shi Buyun could take a few steps, Ye Ling's indifferent voice already came from behind him.
Shi Buyun's body shook, and he stopped in his tracks.
He turned around to look at Ye Ling and asked in a deep voice, "Northern Liao King, I have already conceded, what else do you want to do?"
"Heh, you think conceding ends the matter?"