RUMBLE—
The momentum from nearly a hundred Sixth-level Martial Artists charging at once was utterly terrifying.
The ground trembled and the air shrieked.
Figures seething with towering rage swarmed in from all directions, instantly sealing off this ancient Relic and forming an airtight encirclement.
Under normal circumstances, faced with such a situation, Qin Feng's first choice would have been to turn and leave without a second thought. He would have continued his guerrilla tactics of "retreat when the enemy advances, harass when they tire," because a formidable master was still lying in wait, watching from a distance.
But now, things were different.
He looked at his two cousins beside him, their faces still flushed with the excitement and joy of their long-awaited reunion.
Qin Feng couldn't just turn tail and flee so wretchedly again in front of his younger cousins.
Besides, he hadn't seen Wang Hao and Wang Jie in decades. There was too much to say, too much to catch up on.
