The Origin Core Stage cultivator flew close, a crimson Flying Sword suspended before him. It radiated searing red light, throwing his solemn face into sharp relief.
Yan Chihuo was greatly startled, and even more alarmed within. This man had formed a superior-grade Solid Core and possessed mid-Origin Core Stage cultivation. The Flying Sword in his hand was a renowned spirit treasure, and he had been gathering power for this strike for quite some time. Though Yan Chihuo had transformed into Three Heads and Six Arms, he had assumed this sword strike would surely injure him. Who would have thought it would merely break the other party's attack?
Seeing the two fight fiercely, Gu True Person hid far off to one side to avoid being caught in the crossfire. The four Tribulation Stage Cultivators exchanged glances. One of them said, "Let's go lend Senior Three... Senior Nine Doubts a hand."
Another shook his head. "Senior Nine Doubts's strength is far beyond anything you can imagine. Does he need our help to deal with a junior who has only formed a Void Core?"
He was not simply sitting atop the mountain to watch tigers fight. Rather, he knew that Nine Doubts Adept, whom they called Senior Nine Doubts, held himself in extremely high regard. If the four of them intervened, not only would they earn no favor, they might instead provoke his displeasure. And Senior Nine Doubts held an exceedingly lofty status—none of the four could afford to offend him.
Once those words were spoken, the other three understood as well. The four of them retreated far away, afraid of being accidentally injured by the two men's spell battle. Yet Nine Doubts Adept secretly cursed the four for being utter fools. Seeing Yan Chihuo's astonishing strength, he reckoned that although he could