As the battle began on this side,
the old man from the Four Symbols Sect who had been directing the battle all along finally could no longer sit still.
Although Zhang Xin's combat strength was formidable, facing a Seventh-tier Saint Star Position, a Sixth Grade Saint Star Position, and the unfathomable Qin Shaofeng all at once, he absolutely stood no chance of winning.
He immediately shouted, "What kind of honor is there in so many people ganging up on one? Chen Ai, let this old man have a go at you!"
In an instant, he shot out like a hawk swooping down.
His speed was so fast that even Qin Shaofeng's pupils contracted slightly.
Although this man's cultivation had not reached the Eighth-tier Saint Star Position, he was already extremely close.
He absolutely could not be allowed to arrive.
Having made up his mind, Qin Shaofeng brandished his saber and charged forward.
Their current advantage was that they had already formed an encirclement around Zhang Xin, while that old man at the peak of the Seventh-tier Saint Star Position was at least three breaths away.
Three breaths were enough!
"Boy, you dare come seeking death too?!"
Zhang Xin was holding back Qin Shaofeng's group of five by himself, so he naturally did not dare relax in the slightest. His divine sense had long blanketed the entire surrounding area.
Qin Shaofeng's movements naturally could not escape his detection.
Precisely because of that, the fury in his heart had reached its limit.
Although Ximen Zhen was only at the Sixth Grade Saint Star Position, he clearly possessed some supreme treasure, forcing Zhang Xin to fight with his hands tied.
And Chen Ai was a Seventh-tier Saint Star Position expert, with combat strength much greater than his own.
He could endure all that.