Xu Chengan looked at Qi Long, whose face was filled with malice, cold sweat trickling down from his temple.
Though he possessed cultivation at the peak of the Xiantian Divine Palace Realm, within the Xu Family he had only ever handled miscellaneous affairs. It had even been several years since he had last fought anyone.
Even most of his cultivation had been piled up through pills distributed by the Xu Family. Facing a Six Fan Sect constable as notoriously fierce as Qi Long, he had no confidence at all in defeating him.
Seeing Xu Chengan's expression, Qi Long shook his head and sighed. "Tsk, tsk. Why bother? Give up. Come back to the Six Fan Sect with me obediently, and you'll suffer a little less. Wouldn't that be better?"
Xu Chengan glanced back at Xu Chen, then suddenly shouted, "Run!"
The instant his words fell, he had already charged forward, striking at Qi Long with his palm. Green astral qi roared forth, blasting dust and dirt throughout the ruined temple and obscuring Qi Long's vision.
Xu Chengan actually used a saber, but he had fled in too much of a rush to even dare go back for his weapon.
Of course, even with a weapon, he had no confidence in defeating Qi Long. All he hoped for now was to delay him a little longer.
Watching Xu Chengan charge forward without fear of death, Xu Chen's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle. But he still turned and ran, smashing through the wall of the ruined temple to escape.
Though everything before him was concealed by dust, Qi Long could still sense that Xu Chen had already fled.
A mocking smile appeared on his lips. "So this is the young master you're risking your life to protect? Tsk, tsk, how