Lin Feng was gleefully slaughtering his opponents. The men from Medicine King Valley were no match for him at all; they were just an annoyance. In another two or three minutes, he would have killed all of them.
Hearing Qiao Beiming's voice, tinged with panic and impatience, Lin Feng froze, not understanding what he meant.
Still, he yelled, "Ceasefire for now!"
The people from Medicine King Valley were only too happy to stop fighting. Their mission, after all, had only been to stall for time.
"Mr. Qiao, what happened?" Seeing that the men from Medicine King Valley had stopped their attacks, Lin Feng asked, looking toward Qiao Beiming as he leaped out of the pit.
Tang Bo and the men from Medicine King Valley were also curious. Qiao Beiming and Lin Feng clearly have the upper hand. Killing us is only a matter of time. Why would Qiao Beiming suddenly tell Lin Feng to stop?
"The little princess has fallen into Ye Xiu's hands," Qiao Beiming said with a grave expression.
