Qin Shaofeng immediately led Luo Yusheng, who had just withdrawn from the fight, after them.
Only after arriving between Chen Xing and the old man did Qin Shaofeng speak. "There's no need for you to be so anxious. They're merely two Saint Star Position cultivators who broke through not long ago and don't possess any formidable martial techniques. They can't instantly kill the two experts of our Seven Stars Sect."
"What do you mean, merely?"
The old man was nearly angered into vomiting blood by his words.
Meanwhile, Old Ghost Chen Xing had been watching the battle the entire time.
Zhao Ziyu and Fan Shengxin carried far too much weight in his heart. He could not bear to see either of them suffer losses; he could barely endure even the thought of them being injured.
Thus, although Qin Shaofeng's words nearly made him spit blood in fury, he did not even turn his head.
"They are merely that!"
Qin Shaofeng rolled his eyes and raised his right hand, hooking his thumb over his shoulder toward Luo Yusheng behind him. "See him? He's a Saint Star Position expert too. Cultivators at this level are really nothing rare. Unless they truly have the ability and hidden cards, they aren't much stronger than us."
The old man's vision went dark again, and he nearly fainted.
Saint Star Position experts were the most powerful existences beneath this starry sky.
Yet in this brat's mouth, they had become nothing worth mentioning.
Even though he had lived for so long, withdrawn from the martial world, and steadied his temperament by countless degrees, he still found it difficult to endure.
"Elder Luo, there's nothing more for you to do here. Besides, this battle may draw some spectators over, so you should go back into hiding," Qin Shaofeng