The White Dragon Palace, reduced to ruins, was left with only Lin Fei and four elders, including Dong Qingyun.
Dong Qingyun and the others were pale, extremely tense, their throats moving as they swallowed.
They heard clearly that Lin Fei wanted to deal with the Celestial Saint, and even wanted them to help him confront the Celestial Saint.
To them, this was like a bolt from the blue.
If Lin Fei was a devil, causing them fear...
Then the Celestial Saint was a devil among devils, even more terrifying in their eyes.
Moreover, with their strength, trying to turn against the Celestial Saint was like an egg hitting a stone, a path to their own doom.
"Young Master Lin, please let us go! We are no match for the Celestial Saint."
"Young Master Lin, you are merciful and compassionate. If not, you can destroy our martial skills, as long as we don't have to deal with the Celestial Saint."
