Fortunately, Feng Yuan had stepped forward to uphold the Innate Sect's honor!
"Senior Brother Fu..."
Xu Wan was growing anxious. She watched as Yu Changqing's Magical Power gradually ran dry, leaving him like a fish on a chopping block, completely at his opponent's mercy.
"Don't be anxious, Junior Sister Xu. Junior Brother Yu is setting a trap for Feng Yuan... And now's the time!"
Fu Lizi remained perfectly calm. If Feng Yuan had been so weak that Yu Changqing could have defeated him easily, *that's* when he would have suspected something was amiss.
Within the Xiangyun Tian.
Yu Changqing had exhausted all his techniques, yet none could touch Feng Yuan, who wielded the Burning Wood Magic Saber. Gritting his teeth, he adopted a stance that suggested he was prepared for mutual destruction.
"Fellow Daoist Feng! I still have a final, killing blow. I fear you won't be able to withstand it! Why don't we call this match a draw?"
