The wind howled.
Dust swirled upon the ground, gradually covering Feng Chuan's body, making him appear even more disheveled.
"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!"
At this moment, more than ten Quasi-Saints flew over, surrounding Feng Chuan with expressions filled with embarrassment.
They were the elders from the Wanzong Holy Land.
"Feng Chuan has been defeated, I will not kill him in this battle." Xiao Cangtian waved his hand and sheathed the Primordial Dragon Sword, while the dragon scales on his body receded into his skin and his aura settled back to normal.
The great battle had not consumed much of his energy.
In his view, he could fight three Feng Chuans.
"We thank the Fellow Daoist for your mercy!"
"Our Wanzong Holy Land is immensely grateful!"
"Gentlemen, farewell!"
