Kidnapper Hall had just been annihilated, but Mo Tingsheng and the three Gods unleashed a storm of floods, threatening to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture.
Fortunately, Zhou Xuan managed to deceive the three Gods one by one, rallying Mingjiang's Traveling Gods to cut down the three Gods.
"I didn't save Mingjiang Prefecture alone; everyone deserves the credit." Zhou Xuan was indifferent to Qing Feng's gratitude, chuckling as he asked, "How are Mr. Feng and Mo Tingsheng?"
"Mr. Feng nearly swallowed Mo Tingsheng alive. Only moments ago did he calm his temper. It's relatively quiet inside the cell."
Qing Feng said this.
Zhou Xuan nodded, pushed open the door, and saw Mr. Feng lying in the corner, his mouth dripping with fresh blood. Pointing at Mo Tingsheng, he cursed: "Was the Corridor River drought back then the same as yesterday's Mingjiang flood?"
Mo Tingsheng was covered in bite marks. From afar, he looked like he was bristling with thorns.