"Don't bother looking. This young master merely ambushed him once."
Qin Shaofeng spoke calmly. "Star Lord Fan, Luo Yusheng, Senior Brother Zhao, there's no need to keep fighting. Surround these people so no one can escape."
The three of them immediately looked at one another.
Among the Four Symbols Sect members present were quite a few Saint Star Position experts above the third grade.
If they were determined to flee, there was simply no way to stop them, was there?
Or perhaps...
Did he think Elder Chen Ai alone could take all of them down?
"What an arrogantly boastful brat. Even if Old Ghost Chen Xing joined the fight, he still couldn't take all of us down, yet you dare say such things?" A Fifth Grade Saint Star Position expert snorted coldly.
Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion.
Then, a cold glint suddenly appeared.
The instant it flashed into view, it was already behind the man who had spoken.
Before the man could defend himself—or even react—the cold glint pierced through his defenses and stabbed directly into his spine.
Immediately afterward, a foot appeared out of thin air.
With one kick, it sent the man flying toward Qin Shaofeng.
At last, life and death had appeared on this battlefield.
Yet no one had expected life and death to come in such a manner.
One had to know that although Chen Ai's entry into the battle had left these people in a sorry state, he had still been forcibly held back by the lineup led by that Fifth Grade Saint Star Position expert, along with one Fourth-tier Saint Star Position expert and three Third Grade Saint Star Position experts.
If Zhao Ziyu had not been a Third Grade Saint Star Position expert...
Their side would likely have been defeated long ago.