The people from the Thunder Sect seemed to have come here merely to try their luck.
Since they had already bought most of the items from him, there was naturally no reason for them to remain.
With Lu Zijian's retreat, the only ones left were his enemies.
"Since you wish to accompany Yan Xie to your deaths, this young master naturally has nothing more to say..."
Whoosh!
Before Qin Shaofeng could finish speaking.
A gust of wind suddenly rose.
When they looked again, their numbers had diminished once more. Old Ancestor Ying Yue of the Xuan Yin Sect, along with the two people she had brought with her, had vanished without a trace.
The appearance of this scene was something Qin Shaofeng had not anticipated.
Even Yan Xie, who was consumed by rage and had been itching to step forward and crush Qin Shaofeng with a single palm strike, widened his eyes.
What the hell was that bitch Ying Yue doing?
Our Four Symbols Sect clearly had more people, but they all needed time to get here, all right?
It was one thing for Lu Zijian of the Tianlan Sect to run away.
That fellow's cultivation might have been decent, but his true combat strength was very limited.
But what was the meaning of you, old monster Ying Yue, doing this?
You were a peak Eighth-tier Saint Star Position mighty expert!
How could even you flee for your life?
"As expected of one of the Xuan Yin Sect's ancestors. You truly know how to read the times."
Qin Shaofeng smiled carelessly.
Yet he understood clearly in his heart.
Old Ancestor Ying Yue had brought people here only to gamble on the slightest possibility.
Before they even knew what was happening, every person she had brought had died cleanly. Remaining any