Qin Shaofeng Takes Action

At this moment, as they looked at the figures behind them, Jun Shaoyang and the others' faces were filled with despair.

From behind them came bursts of laughter and roars from time to time.

"Hahaha, we're catching up! We're about to catch them!"

"Damn it, this young hall master of Nine Cloud Hall can really fucking run!"

"Heh, this kind of pursuit is far too entertaining. I wonder how many people they'll leave behind to hold us off this time?"

"Ha, I'm guessing it'll be that Saint King at the very back?"

"..."

The bursts of laughter made Jun Shaoyang and the others look exceedingly ugly, their hearts burning with towering fury.

But no matter how furious they were, Jun Shaoyang and the others knew that anger was useless.

Because the people hunting them down were all Saint Kings.

Moreover, there were more than ten of them. They could only flee.

Yet their opponents had been toying with them like a cat playing with mice, chasing and stopping along the way as they relentlessly slaughtered their people. By now, only seven of them remained.

Even so, the people beside Jun Shaoyang still had not given up.

Seeing that their pursuers were about to catch up again, the middle-aged Saint King beside Jun Shaoyang suddenly spoke in a low voice. "Shaoyang, I'll hold them back in a moment. Take this chance and run as far as you can!"

"Uncle Lin—!"

The moment that Saint King spoke, Jun Shaoyang's expression changed sharply. But before he could say anything, Uncle Lin gently shook his head and said with incomparable resolve, "Shaoyang, don't say anything more. What matters most now is getting you out safely. Otherwise, my Nine Cloud Hall—no..."

He suddenly paused, and a trace of grief and indignation flashed through Uncle Lin's