"Alright, stop fighting, or it'll really turn deadly."
Du Chengfeng stood up, leaning on his broadsword, and stopped the frantically destroying wooden figure.
It's not that he had any mercy for this Yin person Wu Zhao, mainly because the possessed wandering swordsman was innocent. Moreover, he had already said he would let this Yin person Wu Zhao say his final words, and naturally, he wouldn't go back on his word.
Of course, he wouldn't leave any chance for the Yin person Wu Zhao to escape. The Bladeless Sword and Brass Magic Sword were already floating in mid-air. If the Fine Steel Hairpin dared to fly up, it would be shattered instantly.
It's just steel, even if it's tough enough, its strength is ultimately limited. And that Bladeless Sword had already broken countless Fine Steel Longswords when Ruan Shantao was young.
"So, do you have anything you want to say?"
Out of respect for his enemy, Du Chengfeng used his still-powerful right arm to help Yin person Wu Zhao up.
