The blue-robed cultivator had long heard how fast Qin Huaian could flee.
He had thought Qin Huaian would never risk coming alone for a few low-level cultivators. He had not expected the man to be so foolish!
Qin Huaian knew it was a death trap and had charged straight in anyway. He had saved them the time it would take to hunt him down!
Since Qin Huaian seemed to care so much about these ants, they now had hostages in hand. They had no fear of him fleeing.
And if Qin Huaian did not flee, capturing a mid-stage Immortal Venerable would be as easy as turning over a hand.
As Qin Huaian flew closer, Han Yunting saw him too. Summoning all his strength, he shouted, "Huaian, don't come over! Leave us! Avenge us someday!"
When Qin Huaian had first joined the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect, he had entered East Dawn Peak. Han Yunting had watched him grow, step by step, from an unremarkable outer disciple into one of the sect's core talents.
What surprised him even more was that, even after reaching the legendary Immortal Realm, Qin Huaian had needed only a few hundred years for his name as a genius to spread throughout the Luo River World.
But to Han Yunting, the lofty Immortal Kings and Immortal Venerables of the Luo River World were all old monsters who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands, even millions, of years.
Talented as Qin Huaian was, he could not possibly be a match for those old monsters yet.
As Han Yunting saw it, so long as Qin Huaian survived, he would surely avenge them one day.
The Late Golden Immortal behind Han Yunting saw that he still had the strength to shout. With a contemptuous smile, he raised his hand and struck