As the disciples of the Lingxiao Holy Land and the Free and Unfettered Holy Land made their moves, the nearby disciples of the Xuantian Holy Land also prepared to step forward.
Fang Han, in particular, was the first to rush forward. He wanted to hold off the disciples of both holy lands single-handedly, shielding Qin Wuyou without the slightest hesitation.
"Fang Han, stand down!"
But no sooner had he charged out than Qin Wuyou's voice reached him.
"Grand Martial Ancestor..."
Although Fang Han worried about Qin Wuyou's safety, he had no choice but to retreat when he met Qin Wuyou's gaze.
As Fang Han withdrew, Qin Wuyou stared directly at the disciples of the two holy lands surging toward him.
Without Fang Han blocking their way, the three Holy Sons of the two holy lands reached Qin Wuyou at the same time.
Yet when they saw Qin Wuyou's calm, icy demeanor, a chill ran through all three of them, and they involuntarily stopped in their tracks.
"Qin Wuyou, how vicious you are! Junior Brother Su Yu was merely competing fairly with you, yet you killed him. If you can't give us an explanation today, don't blame the disciples of the Lingxiao Holy Land for showing no mercy!"
Although the Holy Son from the Lingxiao Holy Land was itching to strike, he had to suppress the urge when he saw the two Holy Sons of the Free and Unfettered Holy Land beside him.
If he attacked first, the Free and Unfettered Holy Land might well reap the rewards.
So the moment he spoke, he saddled Qin Wuyou with a grave accusation, hoping to threaten him with it.
Had the three attacked directly, Qin Wuyou might have slapped them to death without hesitation. But now that they had suddenly stopped, a cold