The Divines Hall Master's heart turned cold with shock, but the more he panicked, the more openings he exposed.
Swish, swish—his sword light was getting faster and faster, and the injuries on the Divines Hall Master's body were increasing in number; dreadful wounds were continuously bleeding black blood.
Whoosh—Ye Ling took a step back, retreating a full ten meters, and the Divines Hall Master, who was desperately counterattacking, was suddenly dumbfounded.
What's going on? Why would he retreat when I'm clearly about to falter? Could it be he's considering a truce?
"Cease your attack! I can let bygones be bygones for all this slaughter. From now on, my Divines Hall and you, Ye Ling, won't cross paths. I admit that what happened in Huaxia was a mistake in my judgment!"
"I apologize, and I assure you, from now on, Western cultivators will absolutely not stir up any massacre in the East. Otherwise, they will become the Divines Hall's foremost great enemy!"
