Song Qingyu and the other had only just appeared when the masked man in the distance was immediately startled.
Knowing he was no match for Song Qingming's group of three, he decisively fled backward at high speed, escaping directly beyond the battlefield.
Song Qingming, meanwhile, also controlled his magic treasures and rapidly gave chase.
"Not good! These people are too tough! Everyone, retreat!"
The other Nascent Soul Bandit Cultivator fighting Qin Zhenshan received the masked man's sound transmission and sensed that something was wrong. He immediately issued the order to withdraw, leading his subordinates away at speed.
They had come quickly, and they left just as quickly.
In merely a few moments, those well-trained Bandit Cultivators had rapidly withdrawn from the battlefield, scattering across the sea as they fled in different directions.
Several dozen miles from the Treasure Ship, the masked man had just crossed a stretch of sea when a streak of golden light suddenly appeared ahead, blocking his path.
Immediately afterward, a Golden Bronze Mirror appeared before him. Within it stood a figure in white robes—it was Song Qingming, who had pursued him.
Although the masked man's cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul Sixth Layer, his escape speed was still clearly inferior to Song Qingming's, a Great Cultivator.
"May I ask how this Fellow Daoist should be addressed?"
As he watched Song Qingming's gaze lock tightly onto him, the masked man did not rush to attack. Instead, he took the initiative to put away his Natal Flying Sword.
Just as Song Qingming's face showed a trace of confusion, the man unexpectedly removed his mask of his own accord, revealing a face that took Song Qingming by surprise.
"Fellow Daoist Song, it has been many years since we parted. I never expected that you would have already advanced to