"He killed Chen Qing with a single sword strike."
The middle-aged man, the only eighth-layer true martial realm cultivator present, felt his pupils contract. His cultivation stood at the peak of the eighth layer.
In terms of strength, he was even stronger than Uncle Liu, whom Qin Hao had fought before.
"Hmph!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly. His face was pale, and his dark black robes gave him an intensely sinister air.
"Hold the others off. I'll deal with Qin Hao!"
The black-robed middle-aged man spoke coldly, stepped forward, and went straight for Qin Hao.
During the earlier battle with the Cloudwing Beast, the black-robed middle-aged man had never gone all out. In his eyes, however, Qin Hao posed the greatest threat.
He had to eliminate Qin Hao first.
"Yes!"
All the remaining True Martial Warriors charged toward the Cloudwing Beast, Lin Zhang, and the Silvermoon Dragon Flood Serpent.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
The Cloudwing Beast screeched, repeatedly slashing its claws to block them.
It kept them from surrounding and cutting off Lin Zhang and the Silvermoon Dragon Flood Serpent.
"You two go first!" Seeing this, Qin Hao brought down the Setting Sun Sword in his right hand again, taking the offensive against the black-robed middle-aged man.
"But... Qin Hao, what about you?" Lin Zhang had already taken the Storage Spirit Ring and retrieved the Teleportation Talisman.
"I'll cover your retreat." Qin Hao shook his head.
"Roar! Roar!"
The Silvermoon Dragon Flood Serpent urged him on, desperate to leave immediately.
"Damn it, that brat has a Teleportation Talisman!"
"Kill them!"
"Don't let them escape!"
The Soul-Severing Sect disciples shouted, their attacks growing fiercer.
Not only that, as the fighting here intensified, more and more Soul-Severing Sect disciples came charging over.
There were at least twenty or thirty of them!
Every one of