Facing Chen Feng's words, the white-haired elder felt somewhat dazed.
He hadn't encountered a supreme powerhouse like Chen Feng in a very long time.
After a few seconds of silence, the elder spoke in a heavy voice, "Chen Feng, today, I admit defeat. I am indeed no match for you. Please, show mercy. I assure you that from now on, I will never target you or Fuyao again."
"Think you can strut your stuff and just walk away? Is it that easy?"
Chen Feng sneered.
Today, if he didn't harshly punish the Autumn Wind Fist Sect, then afterwards, any small-time sect could dare to challenge him—and that would be unacceptable.
"Master Chen, you are a true Grandmaster, and you should exhibit the magnanimity of one. To show mercy where you can is to live up to the name of a Grandmaster. In the future, when people in the martial arts community speak of you and recall today's events, they will raise your stature on the back of my defeat. Isn't that a fine outcome?"
