After speaking, with a light chuckle, Daoist Feng Yuan turned and left, disappearing into the void.
Song Yingqiao merely watched him leave, making no move to intercept.
Because taking action would only bring humiliation upon himself.
This fact had already been proven.
This person's strength was not that simple!
He could even feel that this person had not used his full power, otherwise, he would have already fallen, though the objective was unclear, was it just to trap a True Monarch?
If so, shouldn't it be to trap those who are stronger?
Gripping the Wind and Cloud Pen in his hand, Song Yingqiao frowned, then turned his gaze toward Chen Yuan, not far away.
"Your Majesty!!!"
Gu Tianqiong was overwhelmed with anger, his face full of shock.
He knew that this time, the Emperor was unlikely to be resurrected, and he was angry and shocked for this reason, his methods becoming somewhat chaotic.
