Cultivator Miao and the white-robed man withdrew their gazes and turned their attention back to each other.
That was close.
I nearly died right here.
Only when those two sweeps of Divine Sense passed over him did Mo Chen truly realize the gulf between them.
One opponent would have been manageable. With Candle Shadow, who was also at Foundation Establishment, he could still hold his own for a while.
But if two Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators surrounded him...
He would be better off fleeing early, or never letting them surround him in the first place.
Next, Mo Chen and Wen Rongxue planned to take advantage of the three cultivators' fight, snatch a piece of manifestation stone from the riverbank, and flee at once.
When Zhen Yulu saw both Foundation Establishment cultivators look toward the same spot, she seemed to understand something. She immediately smiled and said:
"Good! This bargain suits my tastes perfectly. But, Senior, this humble young woman has one small request. Might you agree to it?"
"Let's hear it first."
The male cultivator wearing the cloth headwrap neither agreed nor refused. He merely toyed with his Flying Sword and spoke with his eyes still narrowed.
"It's nothing major. I only ask that you ensure my safety and undo the Restrictive Wards first. Afterward, I'll present you with the Teleportation Talisman."
The man in the headwrap smiled at that.
"Good. Since we've settled that, then..."
As he spoke, the Flying Sword left his hand and silently dissolved into the wind.
Cultivator Miao was greatly alarmed. Even as he fled with a wind-riding technique, he formed hand seals and conjured a murky yellow shield that tightly protected his entire body.
At once, three metallic clangs rang out in succession from three different directions.
The first sword strike slashed down from