'Stop you? Who in their right mind would even want to try?'
At the thought of Qin Ya's monstrous strength, Ouyang Lin and the others felt a wave of helplessness well up from deep within. But this was a matter of pride for the Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain. If they didn't act, how could they ever face their sect again?
"Qin Ya, let Senior Brother Fang go," one of them said, his face grim. If he weren't outmatched by Qin Ya, he would have charged forward to fight to the death long ago.
"That's right. You may be powerful, but you're still just one person. There are hundreds of Purple Cloud Disciples gathered here in the Ten Thousand Treasures Dojo. If we all swarm you, you'll die, no matter how strong you are."
Hearing this, the corner of Qin Ya's mouth curled into a cold smile. A frosty glint appeared in his eyes as he asked indifferently, "Is this how you ask me to release someone?"
