Yet even in such a perilous situation, Qin Songyun still stepped forward resolutely. Standing tall and fearless, he shouted:
"If you have anything, come at our Qingyun Sect! Do not run wild here!"
Qin Songyun had already made up his mind. No matter what happened next, even if he had to stake his old life on it, he would ensure Chen Fan and the others escaped.
The leading middle-aged man sneered disdainfully, his laughter full of contempt and mockery. "Hmph, what an overconfident fool!
"If you do not obediently hand over Chen Fan today, do not blame us for being ruthless and merciless!
"The Qingyun Sect will be wiped out, chickens and dogs alike! Not one of you will leave alive!"
As soon as his words fell, the black-robed figures behind him uniformly drew their Magic Artifacts, which gleamed with chilling cold light.
The streaks of cold light were like the biting wind of winter.
In an instant, an intense killing aura spread through the air, making everyone feel as though they had been cast into an ice cellar, shivering despite themselves.
Rage surged through Chen Fan's heart. Ignoring Qin Songyun's warning look, he stepped forward without hesitation.
"I am Chen Fan. What exactly do you want? You had better give me a reasonable explanation today!"
"You are Chen Fan?" The middle-aged man looked Chen Fan up and down, unable to conceal the flash of greed in his eyes.
"You possess something that our Xuantian Hall is determined to obtain. Obediently come with us, and perhaps we can leave the Qingyun Sect a sliver of hope!"
"Otherwise, all of you will die without a burial ground!"
"I have something you want?" Chen Fan felt slightly surprised.
He had only returned to the Qingyun Sect a short while ago. How had