"Xu Qing, my man is not someone you're qualified to lecture..."
In an instant, Qin Shaofeng's divine sense picked up a sharp sensation, and he immediately said:
"Northwest! A powerful aura is rapidly closing in!"
The Blood Demon Sect disciples instantly formed hand seals and arranged themselves into formation, eerie light glimmering in their pupils beneath their masks. The Yihua Palace group, meanwhile, spun into a tacit formation resembling an immortal array, cold light flickering faintly between their icy gauze sleeves.
For a moment, the atmosphere throughout the area tightened taut as a drawn bowstring. Even the dead leaves drifting to the ground trembled beneath the pressure of immortal power.
Everyone's gazes swept toward the southeastern corner in unison. They saw the dense fog churned by an invisible giant hand, and amid its slow billowing, dozens of shadowy figures emerged and vanished, advancing step by step to an eerie rhythm.
Qin Shaofeng's pupils abruptly constricted—the leading man stood nearly nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-backed. Even in a casual long robe, his knotted muscles were plainly visible. With every step he took, the ground seemed to quake by three parts.
"It's the Dragon Python Sect!" Xu Qing of Yihua Palace's expression changed drastically, her jade-like hand unconsciously clenching the soft whip at her waist.
If the Yihua Palace women who had arrived earlier were poison steeped in seductive bones, then the newcomers were a band of towering, mighty chargers. The difference was immense.
"Dong Long!" Xu Qing said gravely.
"That bastard Dong Long really came!"
Nie Qianying's voice was so low it seemed ready to drip water, and an almost imperceptible trace of apprehension flashed through her eyes.
Qin Shaofeng's heart jolted. So he's Dong Long.
According to what Nie Qianying had said earlier, this man would be the strongest