At the very last moment, Feng Lintao used the extraordinary black shield and a secret magic to get to safety and put some distance between himself and his opponents. Of course, he paid a heavy price to do so. He got closer to his comrade, but not too close. Keeping a few dozen meters between the two of them, he shivered and then coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his expression grim. From the look of it, his vital energy had been damaged.2

Lan Yao hadn’t made a single move up to this point. She was actually shocked at what was happening, but suppressed that. “Fellow Daoist Feng, can you really not handle two simple Void Returning cultivators?” 1

Feng Lintao snorted coldly. “There’s no need to ask such questions, Fellow Daoist Lan. You saw with your own eyes that these two little punks aren’t ordinary individuals. What’s more, they’re obviously used to working together. You’re just trying to get me worked up, aren’t you?” He smiled grimly. “In the hopes of seeing what trump cards I have? Well, there’s no need for trickery like that.”1

Lan Yao laughed softly. “You’re thinking too much into it, Fellow Daoist Feng. I was just curious! Our deal is still in place. Why would I do something...0