Qin Zheng and the others froze.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
'Is there really no getting out of here today?'
A nameless rage welled up in them, and with a CLANG, they drew their weapons.
TAP.
The sound of footsteps echoed.
"Hah!"
The tension broke, and they all fell back in unison.
Then, a slender figure emerged from the distance. His graceful bearing was nothing like that of a monster that had been buried in an underground palace for years.
Qin Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but then he saw the approaching man nonchalantly draw a longsword.
With a mere flick of the man's wrist, the longsword radiated a shimmering light, then rapidly split into multiple copies that settled behind him.
Beneath the brilliant sword light, everyone felt like insects.
"Wait!"
Qin Zheng quickly shouted.
"We are all disciples of the Xuandao Sect! I am Qin Zheng of Divine Dao Mountain. May I ask for your name, Senior Brother!?"
