White Tiger Hall's defeat was something Xiao Ming had never believed possible.
Yet now all four elders had perished, their bodies and cultivation extinguished, without so much as a hair remaining. The fury Xiao Ming had felt earlier had also been worn down almost entirely by his battle with Tongtian.
Thinking it over carefully now, he rather regretted not listening to Jiang Yang's advice.
Xiao Ming knew that his strength alone could never truly wipe out the entire Holy Land Interception Sect. For him, escaping unscathed would be the best possible outcome.
"Hmph, let me leave?"
"Do you really think you've won?"
Though he still talked tough, the hesitation in Xiao Ming's eyes had already betrayed him.
Tongtian was deeply unwilling, but to save Nuwa and Qingxuan's lives, he had no choice but to make this temporary bargain with Xiao Ming.
"Regardless of who wins, until Holy Mother Feihong arrives, our Interception Sect will not move against you or the White Tiger Hall branch."
"But on one condition: release my two disciples immediately."
Xiao Ming wavered. After weighing his options, he thought fleeing swiftly to the Mystic Sea Region might be his only means of escaping Holy Mother Feihong's pursuit.
Even if he stayed and fought Tongtian and the others to the bitter end, Gong Xuan had still witnessed everything!
And killing Gong Xuan was simply impossible.
After much deliberation, the silver radiance on the Heaven-Imprisoning Lock gradually dimmed.
"Fine, I'll return both disciples to you!"
"But you must guarantee that I can leave safely!"
"Otherwise, if I resolve to fight to the death, none of you will escape!"
Tongtian frowned slightly and gave a small nod.
"All right. I agree."
The moment he finished speaking, Qingxuan was flung straight out of the Heaven-Imprisoning Lock. Nuwa, however, remained tightly bound