At this critical moment between life and death: "If you don't mind, gentlemen, please wait here for a while."
Xio Fenghe's voice suddenly came from behind the Sword Array, the tone so gentle, it sent chills down the spine.
The head who was just brimming with killing intent suddenly smiled broadly, the killing aura from before completely vanished.
With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of Qingfeng Sect disciples already lined up with medicine boxes, seeming ready to treat the wounds of the Dongchang crowd.
The Dongchang crowd looked at each other in disbelief, Cao Er's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, almost imperceptibly.
This sudden change, instead, assured them—godfather must be fine, might even be watching all this from somewhere.
Otherwise, with Xio Fenghe's temperament, he would have already torn them to pieces.
Mountain wind swept through the martial arts field, lifting a few blood-stained bamboo leaves.
