When they saw this scene, Mu Qingfeng and Mu Furong, standing in the distance, both cried out in unison, "This is bad!"
Indeed, Yang Chen's current situation could hardly be called favorable.
Surrounded by three Golden Venerate Stage experts, and judging by the strength he had shown in barely defeating Zhu Huaikong, his chances of survival were grim.
Mo Suxue was also filled with anxiety as she asked in a panic, "Young Master Yang will be all right, won't he?"
"Well, I can't say for sure..." Mu Qingfeng truly had little confidence. Based on the strength Yang Chen had displayed earlier, trying to take on three top Golden Venerate Stage experts from the Profound Dao Sect in one breath was simply too far-fetched.
After thinking it over, he secretly laughed at himself. That was right—even geniuses from the other great continents could not possibly contend alone against three opponents of the same realm from their Profound Dao Sect.
By the same token, how could Yang Chen possibly manage it?
Yet just as that thought settled in his mind, a shocking scene suddenly unfolded.
The moment the three Golden Venerate Stage geniuses surrounded Yang Chen, his aura abruptly underwent a tremendous change, becoming noticeably stronger than it had been at the beginning.
It was not difficult to tell that, when fighting Zhu Huaikong earlier, Yang Chen had not used his full strength at all.
The three Golden Venerate Stage Profound Dao Sect disciples were all startled and shouted, "You're at death's door, yet you still struggle in vain. Die!"
As they spoke, the three Golden Venerate Stage Profound Dao Sect disciples launched fierce attacks, sweeping toward Yang Chen at tremendous speed.
These three geniuses all employed the Profound Dao Sect's techniques, and their moves were exceedingly difficult to deal with. One