"That may not necessarily be so!" As Song Qingshu spoke, a sword formed from true qi was already floating before him.
"Do you intend to face three alone?" A cold laugh came from behind him to the right. Amid a swirling flock of black crows, the Sky-Connecting Shaman slowly emerged.
The moment he appeared, the morale of every Mongol soldier present soared. The Sky-Connecting Shaman was the Mongols' spiritual leader, and now all three universally acknowledged greatest experts were here. No matter how formidable the enemy was, he could not escape disaster.
Hou Xibai could not help waving the fan in his hand. "Song Qingshu is finished this time." For some reason, there was a trace of regret in his tone. Perhaps he lamented that heaven envied genius, or perhaps it was because of Xiaolongnü.
Princess Consort Yalun had already moved to a safe location. Hearing this, she could not help asking, "Does he truly have no chance at all?"
Hou Xibai explained, "Since they are all Grandmasters, their cultivation is roughly on the same level. Facing two alone would mean certain defeat, but he might still have a chance to escape. But against three, he would not be able to flee even if he wanted to."
After hearing his analysis, Princess Consort Yalun fell silent. She did not know why she cared about someone who had once coerced her. Perhaps it was because he had remained courteous toward her? Or because their cooperation had been rather pleasant?
Jin Bingyun, on the other side, was also frowning deeply. She did not know why she felt so restless. The hypothetical enemy she had painstakingly studied for so long was about to die just like that, and it seemed as though her life had suddenly lost its purpose.
For an instant, she