Feng Jiu glanced at the two who had put their swords away and retreated. Since they were not her enemy, she wouldn't attack them. So, she only looked at them briefly and then looked away. Her gaze fell on the men who were coming her way.
There were six people, three Nascent Soul peak level cultivators and three Celestial early-stage cultivators. Their fighting strengths were absolutely amazing. She had no idea whether she could withstand their attacks.
She shifted her gaze, a dim light flashed at the depth of her eyes. It seemed that she should play some tricks.
Her bright eyes spotted Chen Dao's worried face from a distance away. With a smile on her lips, she suddenly hoisted the Qingfeng sword and flew up more than ten meters high. After she stopped her ascent, her chilly voice rang out.
