As soon as the old man appeared, Long Xiaoshuai and the others felt an immense pressure, finding it difficult to breathe.
Long Xiaoshuai's face grew solemn as he called out.
"Brother Three Swords, Brother Fan, these three demons are formidable. We shouldn't suffer unnecessary losses. When it comes to action, I'll hold them off while you retreat quickly."
Fan Yi remained silent, but Three Swords rolled his eyes and glared coldly at Long Xiaoshuai.
"In terms of seniority, you are Yang Fei's good brother, but in terms of age, I'm your uncle."
"There's nothing to discuss. Fan Yi, you take this kid and leave quickly."
As Three Swords spoke, he glanced at the Qinglong Cultivator in the distance and said calmly.
"We've fallen into their trap, let everyone meet their fate."
He said that with his palms gently parting.
A giant sword formed between his palms, flickering with golden light.
