As Ye Chen shouted, he and Feng Wanli rushed through that terrifying storm to Shi Fengchun's side.
Feng Wanli, though not weak in the Saint Realm, struggled just to pass through the storm of dissipating forces from the duel.
If it were only Ye Chen alone, he wouldn't even think about it; approaching would mean death.
"Teacher!"
Feng Wanli, looking at Shi Fengchun filled with auras of death, had urgency and deep concern in his eyes.
Ye Chen's heart sank; it seemed Brother Chun had really overplayed this time.
However, Ye Chen couldn't care about much else right now. He immediately looked at the middle-aged man with a heavy sword and shouted, "There is no life-or-death feud between us. How about we stop here?"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "You don't have the strength to fight me; you have no right to say such things!"
"Since you don't want to talk nicely, let's lay it out. I went to the place where you hid the stone and casually brought that piece out."
