With a flicker of their figures, Fang Liang and He Xuan returned to Qin Fengming's side at the same time. Looking at the old man floating in the distance, neither of them showed the slightest trace of panic or fear.
This time, killing the two opposing cultivators had taken the three of them hardly any time at all.
From the start of the battle until both old men died, barely the time it took to burn half an incense stick had passed.
Slaying a peak Spirit Severing cultivator and a mid Spirit Severing cultivator with such speed filled Fang Liang and He Xuan with complete confidence in their own strength.
Confronting the opposing peak Spirit Severing cultivator now, the tension they had felt before had already vanished.
"You finally arrived. The one who came with you was slain by this Qin. If you hurry over now, you should be able to catch up with him on the Yellow Springs Road, then enter the Yellow Springs together. All right, come forward and go after him."
Seeing the old man stop a thousand zhang away, Qin Fengming inwardly cried out in regret. As he spoke, his figure moved, and he floated straight forward.
Looking around at his surroundings, You Zhen's expression turned solemn.
He had not seen the three cultivators before him make a move. However, he knew Jing Chang's methods in great detail. He also knew that Jing Chang had a clone, and that it was a mid Spirit Severing clone.
When entering the Bewitching Soul Mountain Range this time, Jing Chang had brought his clone along as well.
But now, while he was still hundreds of li away, Jing Chang's aura had already vanished without a trace. This was enough to show that his clone had certainly perished here too.