For the sake of Xin, the foreigner who had worked so hard to learn Chinese, Luo Qian decided to go easy on him. Judging by the situation, though, the others had no intention of letting matters rest. The seven spread out. Six surrounded Luo Qian while one stood guard. Anyone with experience could have seen that this was no chance encounter, but an ambush plotted from beginning to end. To Luo Qian, though, what difference did it make?
The attackers came on fiercely, but the man they had ambushed was someone they could never defeat. The outcome had been decided from the start. Luo Qian had few ways to attack and dared not use his powerful Immortal Artifacts, but of all martial arts under heaven, only speed could not be broken. In the Lower Realm, Sky-Leaping Vault made him impossibly fast. All six were peerless experts of the Lower Realm. They needed no incantations, no gathering of energy. Swift as hares bursting from cover, they unleashed a thunderous assault in an instant... and suddenly lost their target!
Each had an attack ready, but their target had vanished. With their ultimate moves poised, should they release them or not? If they did, they might hurt their companions. If they did not, the power would backlash against them. All six were battle-hardened veterans, and almost at the same moment, they chose the best course. They wheeled around and blasted their mightiest attacks outward.
The six emerged unscathed, but the companion standing guard outside their circle was not so lucky. Two attacks grazed him, leaving the poor man like meat on a skewer, covered in wounds. With a miserable howl, he fell. One of the six hurried after him, caught him, and fumbled to treat his injuries.
Luo Qian shook his head. These