"Retreat!"
Miao Wen did not hesitate in the slightest. Amid Luo Chen's shock, he spun around and retreated at top speed.
Luo Tianhong did the same.
Naturally, Luo Chen could not fall behind. Carefree Wind Riding combined with the Cloud Stepping Boots, and he suddenly erupted with extreme speed.
Almost one after the other, the three of them retreated dozens of miles away.
Miao Wen shot him a surprised glance.
This was bad!
Luo Chen's heart jolted. In his urgency just now, he had actually burst forth with his full speed.
Miao Wen and Luo Tianhong were both Sword Cultivators.
Though they had not yet reached the escape speed of Golden Core Cultivators, whose Sword Light transformed into rainbows, they were renowned for their speed among those of the same rank.
Yet at full speed, Luo Chen had only been one step slower than the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
No wonder Miao Wen had looked at him that way.
Just as Luo Chen inwardly cried that things were going badly, an ear-splitting sound rolled in from the distance.
The sound waves surged like the heavens themselves, shaking Luo Chen until his face turned pale and his entire body swayed as he plummeted downward.
Only when a gentle stream of spiritual energy caught him did he awaken from his daze, lingering fear still in his heart.
A cold voice sounded beside his ear.
"Pray for yourself!"
Luo Chen gratefully nodded at Luo Tianhong. It had been him who noticed Luo Chen's predicament and lent a hand.
Otherwise, falling from a height of a thousand meters would have left even Luo Chen's physique seriously injured.
"Hmph!"
Miao Wen snorted. "Retreat farther. Otherwise, if the aftershocks of a Golden Core Stage battle spread over here, even the two of us may not be