The entire Flying Dragon Mercenary Corps estate had been razed to the ground.
The colossal beasts conjured from the two magical treasures had also decided the victor.
Mu Tuo's burly body was half-kneeling on the ground.
His magical treasure had shattered into fragments, scattered beside him.
Everyone watched as he knelt there, barely clinging to his last breath.
"Mu Tuo has lost."
"He lost far too quickly. Their conjuring techniques were simply not on the same level."
"Yeah. The dignified commander of the Ironblood Mercenary Corps and leader of Crouching Dragon City's Mercenary Alliance was defeated just like that."
"Just who is the person who defeated him?"
There were naturally quite a few people in Crouching Dragon City capable of defeating Mu Tuo.
But what puzzled them was that the one who had defeated Mu Tuo today was actually a slave. Whose slave was he?
"Hm? Where did he go?"
Only then did everyone realize that the mysterious youth who had stood between heaven and earth and effortlessly defeated Mu Tuo with a single conjuring move had already vanished.
That was right. After defeating Mu Tuo in one strike, Jiang Feng had leapt away beneath the cover of dust and smoke.
It was inconvenient for him to interfere too much in the affairs of the mercenary corps.
As for the rest, he believed that Dugu Xin's strength should be enough to handle it.
Earlier, he had given Dugu Xin two medicinal pills—one to heal his injuries, and one to help him break through the Profound Origin Realm and step into the Void Refinement Realm.
He believed that once Dugu Xin entered the Void Refinement Realm, he would surely be able to defeat the already injured Mu Tuo with ease.
After all, Dugu Xin was an ascender. His control over power