"Saint Heir actually left?"
Chu Fengmian was surprised that among those participating in the siege, the Saint Heir was absent.
He had intended to take this opportunity to capture everyone at once, but unexpectedly, the Saint Heir had left.
Given the benefits the Saint Heir had gained in this Holy Land, he would also become a major concern for Chu Fengmian in the future.
"However, there's only one intelligent person, the Saint Heir. The others are as foolish as I imagined."
Chu Fengmian's lips curled into a cold smile as he glanced over the crowd and suddenly spoke.
"Foolish? Boy, it seems you are delirious as death approaches."
Hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Yan Nan burst out laughing.
"Do you think, with so many of us attacking you, that you can still survive?"
"Boy, hand over the Red Flame Sword, and I might let you die a quick death today!"
"Red Flame Sword?"
