Zhou Ping froze.
Shu and Set also froze.
They repeatedly sized up the seven figures who had appeared out of nowhere. After confirming their auras, their eyes were filled with confusion.
"Interesting..." Set slowly said. "Now, can any ant challenge the dignity of gods?"
He had thought those who appeared would all be powerful humans like that swordsman. But now that he looked, they were merely a group of ants he could crush with a single finger.
"You..." Zhou Ping stared blankly into Lin Qiye's eyes, his mouth open, yet he had no idea what to say.
"Go!"
Lin Qiye grabbed Zhou Ping's left hand. Cloud vapor appeared beneath their feet once more, carrying them rapidly into the sky.
Lin Qiye naturally knew that the two beings before them were not opponents they could handle. They could only hope that the Somersault Cloud was faster than the two gods!
"Ridiculous."
Set extended one finger. Massive quantities of yellow sand gathered before him, once again forming a dark-golden spear that he hurled precisely at Lin Qiye and the others!
Who had given them the confidence to flee so casually before gods?
At that moment, a figure lightly jumped down from the cloud.
"Hit me! Don't hit Qiye!"
Jialan, dressed in a dark-blue Han robe, shouted loudly. The fierce wind sent the hem of her clothes fluttering as she resolutely charged toward the dark-golden spear!
The dark-golden spear struck Jialan's body with a thunderous boom, yet it failed to even pierce her skin.
Jialan stretched out her pale arms and tightly gripped the dark-golden spear. She leaped from midair and charged straight at the two gods!
Set and Shu were both startled!
How was that possible?
That spear could be called the signature skill of Set, the God of Yellow Sand. Even