Song Qingfeng and Tang Feng followed behind Master Xuanmiao. At this moment, seeing Qin Feng, they didn't dare make a sound.
Just now, Qin Feng had shattered Master Xuanmiao's Fine Steel Sword with a single move, shocking the both of them speechless.
Song Qingfeng, slick as ever, shot Tang Feng a look, already preparing to make a run for it.
Qin Feng secretly sent a Spiritual Power message to Yangg Yuhuan and Pan Jinlian, telling them to keep a close eye on those two old geezers.
He stared hard at Master Xuanmiao, arching his brow with a cold smile. "Old Daoist Nun, if you want to kill me, just go for it! Let's see if you've got what it takes!"
Master Xuanmiao roared furiously, "You little brat, don't get cocky!"
She formed hand seals with both hands, pouring in all her strength as she called her Fine Steel Sword forth once again.
The three-foot longsword instantly transformed into one over a dozen meters long, like a giant mountain descending from the heavens.
