The Soul-Devouring Dragon Lord began to retreat at this moment!

"Stop..." Chen Ping shouted!

Chen Ping's voice sounded in Huo Zhao's ears: "Lord Huo, are we meeting again?"

When Huo Zhao turned around and saw Chen Ping, his brow frowned slightly, his eyes were rippled and said, "Chen Ping! It turned out that you caught my son and let him go immediately!"

"If you say you can let go, you are the old man. Don't forget that you are my defeated general!"

Although Chen Ping was seriously injured at this moment, his pretentious aura could not be lost.

"Hmph, I'm just a wisp of soul, but you are possessed by the help of other people's souls. Speaking of which, I'm not losing to you."

Huo Zhao snorted coldly!

Prince Huo was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that his father would meet Chen Ping!

Moreover, Chen Ping caused his father's injuries!

"No matter what, your son is in my hands. I will ask you to retreat immediately and then give up Feihu City!"

Chen Ping threatened Huo Zhao.

"Dare you dare to touch my son?" Huo Zhao looked at Chen Ping with cold eyes!

"What's not that I dare?" Chen Ping sneered, and the sword blade gently stroked, and a bloodline suddenly oozed out of Prince Huo's neck, "What we want is Feihu City, what you want is your son's life."

"Father saves me, father saves me..."

Prince Huo felt the chill on his neck and hurriedly shouted at Huo Zhao.

The battlefield was in a strange stalemate.

Huo Zhao's face turned pale and his fists clattered.

Jie Chong, who was standing aside, was sweating coldly at this moment. He was most afraid that Huo Zhao would ignore it and finally retreated!

This Feihu City is his. If Huo Zhao doesn't care, what should he do?

He knew that Feihu City was gone, and his value of use would no longer exist!

Then I will die miserably!

Jie Chong's body was trembling and praying in his heart, telling Huo Zhao not to retreat!

But in the end, Huo Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Chen Ping, if I retreat, will you let my son go?"

"Of course, a gentleman's word is as good as a horse, I can swear to the sky!" Chen Ping raised his hand and said, "If I don't let your son go, I am willing to suffer the heavenly disaster and will never be reborn."

Huo Zhao listened to Chen Ping's words, and finally waved his sleeves hard: "Everyone in the Eighth Palace, withdraw!"

"Lord Huo, don't leave, what should I do..."

Seeing this, Jie Chong wanted to ask Huo Zhao to stay.

But Huo Zhao left without even looking at him!

Jie Chong is just a chess piece. Now the chess piece is useless, Huo Zhao will never take a look!

They are gods, and even those noble humans and gods look down on them, let alone beasts.

With the retreat of the Eighth Hall Army, Jie Chong immediately knelt on the ground with the remaining Flying Tiger City soldiers!

"Surrender, we surrender..."

Jie Chong wanted to surrender and sought a chance to survive.

But the people from the Demon Dragon Palace did not accept it, but killed all the people from the Feihu City, and even Jie Chong did not let him go.

The Soul-Devouring Dragon Lord glanced at Chen Ping deeply, and said in a deep sense in the soul fire: "Fellow Daoist Chen, the Demon Dragon Palace remembers the love today."

After saying that, he led a large army into the main city.

Chen Ping put away his long sword and let go of Prince Huo, who was ashamed.

"Thank you for your help. I don't know the girl's name. I, Chen Ping, will definitely report it to you in the future!"

Chen Ping said to the woman in white!

"My name is Mo Qingyun." The woman in white smiled slightly!

"Miss, we should go back, otherwise the head of the family should be worried!"

The old man in purple robe said!

Mo Qingyun nodded, then looked at Chen Ping and said, "Thank you for saving the people from Cang Xuan Continent. If you are destined to be together, we will meet!"

After Mo Qingyun finished speaking, he followed the old man in purple robe and planned to leave!
Chapter completed!