Fang Qianyuan looked up and saw Third Master Rong rise on the eastern side. With a trace of resignation on his face, he said, "You've won. Stop!"
Everyone was surprised by Third Master Rong's intervention, yet they also felt it was only natural.
By now, anyone with discerning eyes could see that Rong Shaohua had indeed lost. He had no chance of turning the tables.
This was no longer a question of timing or openings. The strength Fang Qianyuan had displayed far exceeded what an ordinary human rank cultivator should possess.
Perhaps only strength like this deserved to be called truly half-step earth rank!
Since that was the case, there was no point in fighting on.
Just as a mortal could never be a match for a cultivator, no matter how many opportunities Rong Shaohua seized or how many reversals he achieved, he could not change the outcome.
At most, he could hold out a little longer.
Fang Qianyuan paused briefly and slowed the circulation of spirit essence in his hands, but he did not let his guard down. Instead, he looked at Rong Shaohua, who was wrapped in Mud Armor.
Third Master Rong was the spokesman for the Rong Household. Since even he had spoken, it meant the Rong Household had bowed its head completely.
That carried even more weight than Rong Shaohua personally conceding defeat.
Still, Fang Qianyuan felt he should hear Rong Shaohua's own wishes.
If Rong Shaohua refused, he did not mind continuing the fight.
At that moment, Little White had Rong Shaohua pinned firmly to the ground, holding him in her jaws with only his head exposed.
Clearly, he too was considering whether to concede. After pondering for a while, a complicated expression crossed his face, and he said, "I concede!"
Naturally, he would neither