Duanmu Zhuiming and the three Divine Monarch level alchemists were powerless.
It was utterly impossible to find a Divine Sovereign level alchemist in time. By the time they did, Duanmu Xuan would likely have already passed away.
Only Feng Wuchen might be able to save Duanmu Xuan, whose life was hanging by a thread.
It's like trying to treat a dead horse as if it were alive.
"Young Dust." Wu Hao and the others looked at Feng Wuchen.
"Young Dust, I beg you to save my son." The beautiful woman pleaded incessantly.
"Can you save my grandson?" Duanmu Zhuiming stepped forward and asked.
"I could have preserved Duanmu Xuan's physical body, but unfortunately, you arrogant and incompetent people wasted precious time." Feng Wuchen said expressionlessly.
"This arrogant brat!" Situ Hao's old face twitched violently, wishing he could tear Feng Wuchen to shreds.
But with Wu Hao and others present, Situ Hao could only suppress his anger.
