Almost as soon as he had spoken, the crescent moon dagger that was attacking his crotch stopped. With a flick of Feng Jiu's hand, the dagger was thrown to the side. At the same time, the boundary barrier that had trapped the two of them was also broken as a ray of light shot into Ling Tianyu's forehead.
"Young Master!" The guards hurried forward and helped him up.
"If you had admitted defeat earlier you wouldn't have had to endure so much." Feng Jiu glanced at the man who was sitting on the ground surrounded by a group of guards. She chuckled lightly, then turned around and walked away.
When he saw him turn around and leave, Ling Tianyu couldn't help but froze for a while. As he watched the figure leaving step by step and disappeared from his sight, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
Did this person forget that the loser was supposed to be the opponent's slave?
"Master, you're just letting him go?" A man next to him asked.
