Amid the crowd's cries of alarm, the imprisoned Qin Xian'er and Shen Wushuang were also filled with shock. Watching Chen Fan streak in from the horizon, their hearts were a tangled mess.
"So you still came... but the moment you came, you were destined never to return!" In a corner of the vast plaza, a streak of rosy light flashed through Mu Yunshui's eyes. Her expression was equally complicated as she watched Chen Fan arrive on his sword.
Perhaps this is the last time we'll see each other! An indescribable thought rose in her heart. Chen Fan's arrival had spared Shen Wushuang and Qin Xian'er from death, but he himself now had to face six Golden Core Elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the ruthless Madam Fayin, and even two Golden Core Elders from the Immortal Sect who were involved in this affair.
In other words, Chen Fan would have to escape from nine Golden Core Elders—and even face the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's mountain-protecting grand formation. Was that possible?
There was only one answer in everyone's heart: impossible!
"Chen Fan, why did you come? Didn't Qingqing and the others tell you what I said? You saved her, but what will happen to you?" Standing within the sealing formation, Qin Xian'er looked anxiously at Chen Fan and sent him a voice transmission.
"Don't worry," Chen Fan replied through voice transmission, his voice steady and calm.
Qin Xian'er did not know why, but upon hearing Chen Fan's voice, the unease and panic in her heart eased slightly.
Yet blood still trickled faintly from her palm. Her face was pale, and a trace of blood marked the corner of her lips. Aside from the injuries she had suffered when the formation repelled her attempt to break it, most of her wounds