After coming to their senses, everyone looked at Mu Zhanfeng with complicated expressions.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the eyes of the Holy Tower guards and the powerful men.
The looks of the people from Tianshan Sword Sect were also complicated. They knew Mu Zhanfeng well, but they didn't expect that Mu Zhanfeng would surrender in the end!
After his friends were injured and died one after another, he chose to surrender
By doing this, is he doing justice to Crown Prince Yu who deposed him, and to the dead Jian Wushuang and Xue Hua
Everyone in Xuanji Mansion looked evasive, ashamed to have such a young master.
At this moment, no one felt relieved.
Instead, they all have complicated thoughts.
Xia Suyi looked at Mu Zhanfeng calmly. Others didn't believe him, but he was her son, and she knew of course that he was definitely not the kind of person who was afraid of death.
"Since you agree, hand over the Holy Luck and the Veins first."
"Okay." Mu Zhanfeng nodded, then looked towards the iron cage and said, "But before that, you have to release them first."
The Holy Tower hesitated.
"Promise him." A powerful old man above the holy tower said in a cold voice.
That bunch of rubbish, after mobilizing so many troops and even using the Holy Pagoda formation, ended up only being able to subdue the fourth one. It was really disappointing to them!
But something is better than nothing!
Fourth is fourth, one is one, it’s better than getting nothing, right
Boom!
The iron cage was opened, and people from Tianshan Sword Sect and Xuanji Mansion stepped out slowly.
Their faces were cold, their eyes were bloodshot as they stared at them, the hatred burning in their eyes was easy to see through, but...
No one acted rashly.
They glanced at Mu Zhanfeng, without even saying goodbye to Shengta, and silently turned around and left with the bodies of Jian Wushuang and Xuehua and the unconscious Prince Yu.
—They had all seen the previous battle. This was the Holy Tower’s home ground. Once the Holy Tower’s formation was activated, they would have no ability to fight back.
Instead of seeking death here, it is better to go back and think of a better plan.
In a sense, Mu Zhanfeng saved them, but they did not want to be grateful to Mu Zhanfeng.
soon.
The group left quietly.
Mu Zhanfeng also worked with the powerful men of the Holy Tower to give everything he had promised.
The Santa soon quieted down.
It's like the dust has settled.
Holy place.
"Um?"
The beautiful woman in a white dress, sitting on the first white jade chair, suddenly felt uneasy and opened her eyes.
An emotion flashed across those beautiful dark eyes.
"What's wrong?" A cold, ruthless, but very pleasant voice sounded.
Lou Qianxue was in a trance for a moment, but her heart calmed down earlier than her consciousness.
She had already sensed the cool auras of Tan Tai Yuan and Tan Tai Wei, but it was at the critical moment of realization that she did not reminisce with them first.
Lou Qianxue glanced sideways, her eyes fell on Tan Taiyuan's handsome and flawless face, her brows slightly furrowed: "I always have a bad feeling."
She pressed the direction of her heart: "It feels a bit uncomfortable here."
Tan Taiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam of light flashed across them, and he grasped Lou Qianxue's wrist. With a little force, he pulled her into his arms, and covered her snow-white and tender little hand with his palm. In addition to the delicate little hand, there was also a soft bulge under his palm, which he could not hold in one hand: "Let me rub it for you..."
"..." Lou Qianxue instantly realized that his mind had turned to something else, and quickly pulled her hand away and pushed him away: "Why did you come in too?"
Tan Tai Weiliang was also there. Tan Tai Yuan couldn't be too presumptuous after all, but he still firmly held Lou Qianxue's hand: "I miss you."
The previous battle for the Son of God had lasted for more than a month, and that was already the limit of his patience.
That's all for today, see you tomorrow~
(End of this chapter)