"It's finally resolved."

Bing Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"not good!!!"

She instantly sensed the danger. Han Feng took out his silver sword and used the Azure Origin Sword Technique.

He pierced the small black shield with his sword and was already in front of Bing Yuqing.

Han Feng held the silver sword to Bing Yuqing's neck, the sharp blade resting against her delicate, fair skin.

If he hadn't stopped, Bing Yuqing's beautiful head would have flown off.

I surrender!

Bing Yuqing was somewhat unwilling, yet helpless.

The other party had already held back; if I had been even slightly more ruthless, I would have lost my life.

With Bing Yuqing's surrender, the disciples of the four sects watching fell into a brief silence.

"That's impossible. Senior Sister Bing couldn't possibly have lost. Something must have gone wrong."

"Han Feng actually won! I lost all my spirit stones. There must be something fishy going on."

...

The crowd then erupted in astonishment and heated discussion, unable to believe it was real.

Those who had staked everything on it were all considering crippling their cultivation and jumping off the highest peak of the Purple Moon Sect.

"I'm rich! Han Feng, you're my lucky star!!"

The only person who was happy was the disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect who ran the gambling den, which earned him a full 100,000 low-grade spirit stones.

At this moment, his net worth far exceeded that of some Core Formation stage elders.

Han Feng ignored everyone and returned to his residence in the Purple Moon Sect.

Just now, he felt a strong sense of crisis, and this sense of crisis came from his cheap master, Li Changsheng.