C1550 Tiredness

Feng Jiu Zhong looked at the retreating martial artists, his face filled with ill intent.

"Wait." Feng Jiu Zhong coldly said.

When the Martial Saints, who were about to fly away, heard Feng Jiu Zhong's words, they turned around and looked at him. "What is it?"

"You can exit now. However, I must swear by the name of the Great Dao that after I withdraw