Meanwhile, the few Venerables blocking the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation's blade form nearly cursed their mothers, almost cursing Cold Cave Venerable's ancestors for eighteen generations over and over again.
They had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless. Yet now, they could only join forces to block the blade!
Waaah, waaah, waaah, waaah...
A few breaths later, the pitch-black blade radiance finally shattered beneath their resistance. The Venerables all vomited blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into the ground and carving long trails behind them.
But they immediately struggled back to their feet, still coughing up blood as they stared in the direction of Wuji Town...
Their eyes were filled with relief. Luckily, they had joined forces. Otherwise, they would have been dead for sure.
At that moment, Sikong Jing's deliberately aged voice rang out again. "You actually blocked it. Then let's continue!"
The instant those words fell, the relief in the Venerables' eyes vanished without a trace. Without a second thought, they turned and fled, racing wildly in the direction Cold Cave Venerable and Pei Yufeng had gone!
The next instant... buzz!
A pitch-black spear shot toward them from the direction of Wuji Town.
The Venerables immediately felt the terrifying pressure behind them, yet they continued fleeing without pause. They did not even dare turn around to block it, because in their heavily injured state, they simply could not withstand it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
One after another, they nearly burned their lives away, igniting all the true qi in their bodies and using Emperor weapons to bolster themselves as they erupted with their most terrifying speed.
Cold Cave Venerable, carrying Pei Yufeng with him, was even less willing to look back.
They were fast, but the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation's spear form was faster...
In merely two breaths,