As everyone looked at Wang Xiaoqiang with surprise and suspicion, Wang Xiaoqiang turned his gaze to Li Yunqi.
Li Yunqi and the Heavenly Killing Ancestor were still engaged in combat. After several rounds, neither side had emerged victorious. Both were now exhausted, drenched in sweat, and had heavily depleted their spiritual power.
"Old fool, the Evil Immortal has been dealt with. Why don't you surrender quickly?" Li Yunqi shouted sternly.
Seeing that the two evil cultivators had been slain and several experts from the Wind Rain Pavilion surrounded him, the Heavenly Killing Ancestor realized that escape was impossible today.
Immediately, he swung his magic wand, repelling Li Yunqi, and retreated quickly, shouting, "I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
"You are not an Evil Immortal; we will not kill you. The premise is that you must surrender." Li Yunqi's expression changed from a cold smile to a warm one, as gentle as the winter sun.
