“Allow me to introduce you. This is Fellow Daoist Li Hanmu, and this is Fellow Daoist Cui Heng. They, too, are from the Huan Family.” He Changying gripped his fly-whisk and smiled. “Young friend… would you like to try again?”

The withered Li Hanmu stood with his hands behind his back. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Cui Heng raised his palm, and the snow-white sword revolved non-stop, emitting wisps of killing intent.

When he saw this, Ge Qian took a deep breath, then said calmly, “I’ll just have to try again.”

Boom!

He waved Divine Peak and charged at the expert closest to him, Li Hanmu.

Were this a one-on-one fight, Ge Qian was confident that his trump cards would have been enough to kill any of the three Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivators present.

But under the current circumstances, that was obviously impossible.

If he wanted to live, his only hope was to blast one of them with all his might. Only then could he create a chance at survival.

Thus, when Ge Qian attacked, he fought like his life was on the line!

His apricot-yellow Daoist robes fluttered around him, and his lean figure burst with ink-black Dao light. The indistinct roaring of a Xuanwu Tortoise emanated from within...