"Do you really think you can leave Flowmoon City alive?" Just as Yue Qingcang and Wang Zheng were hesitating, Teng Zijing's voice rang out.
As his words fell, the figure beside him stepped forward slowly, giving off a vague feeling, as if it were elusive.
"Who did Teng Zijing invite?"
The crowd pondered in their hearts. In Flowmoon City, there was no one who could contend with Xing Feng. Although Yue Qingcang and Wang Zheng held themselves in high regard, they dared not act rashly.
At this moment, both Yue Qingcang and Wang Zheng watched quietly. Although they agreed with Teng Zijing, if Teng Zijing hadn't found someone to deal with Xing Feng, they wouldn't have intervened.
Xing Feng stared ahead. Suddenly, a blinding light penetrated his mind, as if he had entered an illusion realm. Nine-colored divine light descended, enveloping him within a domain.
"Divine Soul attack."
