The matter was thus settled.
Lin Cheng then cast a deep look at Meng Quan, who lay collapsed on the ground, and gave a soft snort.
Only after sensing that the killing intent had faded did Meng Quan, lying on the ground, finally let out a deep breath of relief. Yet he still dared not get up, or even open his eyes. He did not dare reveal that he had already regained consciousness, lest he lose his life.
He had never imagined that, even after relying on the grand formation to raise his strength to a level comparable to the ancestors of the two great families, he would still lose.
Although the other party had seemingly taken a shortcut in the end.
The exchange throughout the battle had still made him understand that the man before him was absolutely no weaker than his own ancestor.
Now he had offended such an existence, offended his ancestor as well, and failed to obtain the Ice-Fire Divine Body... For a moment, Meng Quan's heart was filled with bitterness and regret. But what was done was done. No matter how much he said, it would be useless. Surviving came first.
"Master, you weren't hurt, were you?"
Meng Tangtang stepped forward, bowed respectfully, then asked with concern and worry.
Lin Cheng smiled. "Just a minor injury. It's nothing. If you're worried that I might get hurt, then cultivate properly. If you had entered the Transformation Realm this time, you could have dealt with that old fellow yourself, and there would have been no need for your master to act."
"I will remember Master's teachings. This disciple will certainly cultivate diligently and will not disappoint Master's high expectations!" Meng Tangtang said solemnly.
"Very good."
Lin Cheng nodded in satisfaction. With the Ice-Fire Divine Body, her