Three against one, and with a clear suppression in cultivation base—unless one possessed the talent to leap realms and slay enemies, how could such a situation be turned around? Yet these disciples of the Immortal Sect from Noon Sun Valley—who among them was not considered a genius in the eyes of the outside world? Zhao Chun furrowed her brows.
Since this matter had nothing to do with her, she should leave quickly, lest she invite unnecessary trouble upon herself. But things rarely go as one wishes. That aged-looking cultivator, under the combined assault of the three, was defeated in the blink of an eye.
Almost at the very moment Zhao Chun turned around, his body had already turned into drifting smoke. Perhaps he carried many treasures on him, and was unwilling to perish just like that. His desire to live was extremely strong.
Just before his shadowy figure dispersed completely, he caught sight of Zhao Chun and wanted to cry out for help! Unfortunately, he was too slow. Before he could utter a word, his life ended on the spot.