True Immortal Lu Zhan and Golden Immortal Hu Liang's hearts abruptly sank. Their opponents had actually brought four True Immortals. The Qingyang Sect's two True Immortals had clearly been tied down by the enemy and could not possibly appear here.
"Dong Qian, Ding Yuan, flee into the distance immediately once we begin. It would be best if you could draw two of them away. If they don't pursue you, keep far away from here. You cannot intervene in a battle like this at all. Senior Lu, you need only hold off one True Immortal. This Qin can handle the other."
Just as an icy chill crept down everyone's backs, Qin Fengming's calm voice suddenly sounded in their ears.
"Young Master, leave! I'll stake my life on holding them back. Having had the chance to know you, I can die without regrets." Dong Qian's expression turned fierce as he spoke.
"Young Master has treated me exceptionally well. These years at your side have made it all worthwhile. Even if I must give up my life today, I will protect you and see you safely away." Ding Yuan likewise stepped forward, without a trace of fear on his face.
"Master Qin, how could you forget Lan Bing? Since I came with you, I will not stand idly by." A figure flashed, and Lan Bing appeared beside them.
As the female cultivator spoke, a terrifying aura abruptly spread outward. Then a mass of mist surged, and a figure suddenly appeared within its dense depths.
"Saint Master Bu Yan!"
Golden Immortal Hu Liang abruptly cried out in surprise. The figure amid the churning mist was none other than Saint Master Bu Yan.
Joy suddenly rose in Qin Fengming's heart, only to dim a moment later. Although Saint Master Bu Yan's body was solid and