Feng Wuchen took out a Healing Pill and swallowed it, then flew towards the palace.
"Swoosh!"
A figure flashed onto the surface of the lake, lifting the heavily injured He Tu.
"A fair loss," the masked man said expressionlessly.
He Tu's face darkened, glaring at the man, and said through gritted teeth, "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing else, you are seriously injured and need to heal in time," the masked man said, assisting He Tu to fly towards the palace.
"Hmph!" He Tu said fiercely, "That brat Wind Shadow, hiding such formidable strength, but I will make him regret it sooner or later."
"I advise you to give up. You are no match for him, and from the battle just now, it was apparent he did not even use his full strength," said the masked man, his face still expressionless.
"Not his full strength?" He Tu's expression froze immediately.
If Feng Wuchen had such terrifying power without going all out, then what if he did? Wouldn't He Tu be instantly defeated?
