Charon's heart skipped a beat. He had been very well concealed, and since he cultivated the Great Dao of Concealment, not even Dongfang Changming could detect his position.
But Xia Feng's sharp gaze seemed to pierce through him, leaving no doubt that he had been found out.
He trembled slightly, not realizing that while he was feeling agitated, Xia Feng had already disarmed Dongfang Changming.
Without his arms, Dongfang Changming couldn't hold his saber but wasn't willing to accept defeat so easily.
He knelt on the ground, his body slightly twisted, and pitifully begged, "Spare… spare me… I beg you…"
Though he begged for mercy, Dongfang Changming's eyes were still darting around, as if plotting something.
Just when Xia Feng thought he was no longer capable of resistance and approached him to restrain him,
