West Sea Sect palace plaza, dust swirling in the air, deadly silence all around.
Xu Ying's injuries are very severe, he has completely lost his combat ability.
However, Feng Wuchen restrained himself and did not deliver a killing blow.
Otherwise, Xu Ying would definitely be dead.
Feng Wuchen slowly floated down, the corner of his mouth hooking up into a wild, sinister smile, making others feel frightened.
"Don't worry, he's not dead." Feng Wuchen arrogantly spoke, with a condescending demeanor.
He paused, then continued, "The strongest genius of the West Sea Sect does indeed possess considerable strength; worthy of praise."
On the palace steps, Luo Tianfeng and the six elders glared viciously at Feng Wuchen, looking as if they could devour him.
"Take Xu Ying back to heal." Luo Tianfeng coldly commanded, and immediately several followers quickly moved to action.
