Finally, Feng Yu turned around.
Because what he was facing was no longer those eyes that remained unusually calm no matter if the sky was falling or the earth was splitting.
Looking at Xie Tian's back, his heart felt like it was pierced by an ice pick, the chill instantly spreading throughout his body.
"Third time's the charm, farewell senior, no need to send me off."
The most important words in this sentence were "third time's the charm".
Considering the prior two times, the attacking forces of Wenqing Hall, aside from six half-step Dao Ancestors being injured, including the Chou family's three Dao soldiers, a total of five Dao soldiers remained almost unscathed, he understood one thing—
The outcome of the third attack of Wenqing Hall's Dao soldiers would be the same as that of the previous two attacks by Wuliang Pavilion.
From the calm voice on the other side, he could hear a dense confidence in achieving this from the other party.
