"You Immortal Cultivators, truly overestimating yourselves!" The leader of the black-clad men roared, as a black longsword suddenly appeared in his hand, its blade emitting a chilling black aura.
Luo Chen sneered, his figure flickering as he evaded the attack from the black-clad leader, at the same time reversing his grip on his sword, the tip drawing a silver arc aimed directly at his opponent's throat.
Taking the opportunity, Qing Shuang circled behind the black-clad man, her longsword darting forward like a nimble serpent, striking at a vital point.
Seeing this, Feng Qing swiftly pulled out a golden talisman paper from his sleeve, chanting incantations under his breath as the talisman transformed into a beam of golden light, shooting towards the black-clad leader.
The golden light exploded in mid-air, transforming into a giant net, trapping the black-clad leader within.
