With your caliber, you still dare to be called a sage?
Watching Saint Xizhou being swept away by Chen Fei's sword, sensing his breath, although not severely injured, it was not far off.
Fei Boyong's scalp tingled, cursing Saint Xizhou for being useless and having such a big reputation. The outcome of the battle was only slightly better than his own, but he flew forward desperately.
In this wilderness, encountering someone like Saint Xizhou, with a stubborn mindset, was already rare. Fei Boyong didn't expect to encounter another stubborn person, willing to fight after just a few words.
Fei Boyong now hoped that Saint Xizhou could hold on for a little longer, so he could run even further.
Although Fei Boyong was cursing Saint Xizhou for being useless in his heart just now, he knew that Saint Xizhou's strength was definitely not weak. If he were to face Saint Xizhou one-on-one, he would definitely be the one running away in defeat.
