When Song Fuxiao saw the pill Yan Xiangma had taken and watched his body recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, his pupils dilated. He said coldly, "I'm afraid that isn't a pill of the human race, is it?"
"It's a secret pill refined by the Yan Family. What? Does our Yan Family have to report to you, Song Fuxiao, before refining any pill?"
"Of course not." Song Fuxiao had guessed the pill's origins, but without evidence, he could not make baseless accusations. He said, "Chief Clerk Yan is no match for me. If we continue fighting, I'm afraid there's only a dead end for you. So, shall we call off today's battle here?"
"We can call a truce, but first, you have to apologize to my younger sister Xiao Xin." Yan Xiangma sneered.
Of course, he wanted a truce. If he knew he could not win, who would still be willing to throw away his life?
Besides, even with the dragon race's pill protecting him, that last strike had still left him gravely injured. A mass of stagnant blood had built up in his chest, and the true qi within his body was not circulating smoothly. He was afraid he would need to recuperate properly for some time.
However, if he gave up now, Song Fuxiao would launch a forceful attack on his master, Ning Xin Hai. Ning Xin Hai could barely remain undefeated while fighting six enemies alone. If Song Fuxiao, whose movement technique was bizarre and whose strength was unfathomable, joined in, there would be only a dead end.
Song Fuxiao had still held back when fighting him. When he went all out to kill his master, there would be no restraints. If that happened, they could still lift the carriage curtain and board the