"Ridiculous, Tianxuan!"
Qin Shaofeng's mocking voice rang out.
Strangely, everyone present was a Saint Star Position expert around the Ninth-tier, yet not a single one of them could tell where his voice had come from.
It was as though that voice had sounded directly beside their ears.
Even Bi Xing could not help looking up.
The moment surprise rose in his heart,
he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the middle of his back. Then, a freezing sensation spread through his entire body.
It was as though he had suddenly entered a world of ice and snow.
Even his vision began to blur bit by bit.
"What's happening to me?"
"That pain... I was ambushed?"
"Am I going to die?"
One question after another immediately surfaced in Bi Xing's mind.
He was bewildered. He was unwilling.
More than that, he refused to believe that Qin Shaofeng, with merely Sixth Grade Saint Star Position cultivation, could ambush and kill him before he could even react.
The sensation of death drew ever closer.
Just as Bi Xing felt he could no longer hold on, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have guessed wrong.
Because he saw with his own eyes that, at the moment he was successfully ambushed, Qin Shaofeng's slaughtering blade had already swung toward the people he had brought.
That was a joint attack from seven pseudo-Ninth-tier Saint Star Position experts!
Even if his cultivation had reached the peak of the Ninth-tier,
making him a true Peak Saint Star Position expert,
so long as he could not take that final step, he could not possibly fight so many experts at once.
At most, at most, he could hold on for three breaths... perhaps?
Maybe only two breaths.
Yet even then, he could only last that long before certain death