"Brother Feng, they're all dead."
Long Xiaoyang could tell Feng Wuchen had no intention of stopping, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.
"Brother Feng, are you planning to hack Ni Feng's corpse into pieces?" Long Qi joked.
"Not at all, I'm not that disgusting." Feng Wuchen shrugged and laughed, "Brother Xiaoyang, let them go heal first."
Long Xiaoyang nodded and looked toward Yu Xu Zi and the others, saying, "Those from the seated powers of the Dragon God Holy Temple, return to the Dragon God Realm to heal immediately. Those from the Saint Emperor Clan, Saint Dao Pavilion, Immortal Sacred Temple, and Xuan Ding Holy Sect, clean up the battlefield."
"We respectfully obey the Protector's command!" Yu Xu Zi and the others responded respectfully.
After the strong ones from the seated powers of the Dragon God Holy Temple left, only then did Feng Wuchen say, "The reason I had Brother Xiaoyang kill him was to let him experience the feeling of death, but this is just the beginning."
