Wang Anfeng was covered in wounds, his vigorous attire soaked in blood beyond recognition, which alarmed Lin Qiaofu and the others. Lv Baiping initially planned to rush out and bring Wang Anfeng back, but Yuchi Jie held him back.
Yuchi Jie glanced at the white-haired old woman in the distance and the two grandmasters facing each other, and said, "I'll go over." Without waiting for them to object, he straightened his clothes, laughed heartily, and went forward, saying:
"Indeed formidable, Anfeng."
"You said back then that you could kill the Jue Que Sword in an instant, I didn't believe it initially, but now I have no choice but to believe, impressive, impressive!"
Laughing heartily, he startled the old woman waiting by the side.
Yuchi Jie had reached Wang Anfeng's side and grabbed his wrist. Wang Anfeng smiled at him with a weak pulse.
Yuchi Jie's expression changed slightly, and before his smile faded, he lifted Wang Anfeng onto his shoulder and turned to run.
