"Ancestor! This..."
Seeing Qiu Daoping's Natal Nascent Soul being slain with a single slash in the distance, the few from Luofeng Valley, who had been celebrating for less than a moment, were now all filled with disbelief and could not help crying out.
Their sect's Nascent Soul Old Ancestor had suddenly been killed. They were flustered as well, standing rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do.
Before the Luofeng Valley group could recover from their shock, Feng He transformed into a streak of black light and rapidly flew toward them.
"Scatter and run!"
The remaining Luofeng Valley cultivators were merely at the Golden Core Realm. In the previous battle, the four of them working together had failed even to take down Ye Linyuan, who wielded the Azure Flood Dragon magic treasure.
Now, facing an expert like Feng He, whose strength was already comparable to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, they had no courage whatsoever to oppose him. At the cry of the leading man in yellow, they immediately scattered and fled.
Though they were not especially powerful, they were Golden Core Cultivators who had cultivated for many years and possessed some escape techniques. Faced with the choice between life and death, they all went all out, scattering hundreds of zhang apart in the blink of an eye.
Yet no matter how fast they were, they could not possibly match Feng He, a Nascent Soul Cultivator. At such close range, it was impossible for all of them to escape. Whether they survived would depend entirely on their individual luck.
The Late Golden Core Stage old man in yellow, who had run the fastest, had thought that putting a great distance between himself and his companions would give him a better chance of survival.
Unexpectedly, his luck was simply too