One Win, One Draw

"Wait!"

At this moment, the Ming King finally made his move. He swept one arm around and drew the other in, releasing a surge of upright, tranquil force. The New Moon Envoy's purple robes immediately billowed as if blown by the wind. When Ying Jianfan's sword stabbed out, it was like piercing a pile of cotton—soft and yielding, leaving him unable to exert any strength.

The Ming King angled his arm and pulled, dragging the New Moon Envoy's body back with it. However, he clearly had no intention of using the momentum to injure anyone. He pushed out a wave of tranquil force, sending Ying Jianfan back into the Blood God Palace's crowd.

Bai Xiaowen said, "In a wagered duel, the Ming King Senior took the initiative to intervene. What should be done?"

The Ming King said, "We'll concede this round."

The New Moon Envoy's face flushed scarlet as she said, "Valley Master, I can still fight. I was prepared for that sword just now. It wouldn't have taken my life."

"That's enough. Don't force yourself." The Ming King sighed.

Many people on the Blood God Palace's side began cursing loudly. Ying Jianfan had fought so desperately that the sword might originally have taken the New Moon Envoy's life. In the eyes of those in the martial world, trading an injury for a life was never a loss. But now that the New Moon Envoy had been saved by the Ming King, although they had won the round, they still felt that Ying Jianfan had lost an eye for nothing.

After all, if the New Moon Envoy had been killed, Ying Jianfan would have won outright. There would have been no need for the Ming King to concede.

Kang Qin hurried forward and helped Ying Jianfan down. Tears hung on