Old Qin was flung away with great force, somersaulting in the air several times before landing steadily on the ground.
With his breath surging up, he glanced at Old Zheng who had saved him and quickly said, "Old Zheng, help me kill this boy!"
Old Zheng nodded, turned around, and gazed at Ren Feifan with a certain profound meaning in his eyes.
"There's no need for you to say it, I want this boy dead too!"
After speaking, Old Zheng walked towards Ren Feifan, his pace slow but with a trace of oppressive might.
He looked at Qin Nian, who was holding a black gigantic sword, and with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in disdain, he said, "Ren Feifan, if you stop now, everything might end here. But if you keep going, the people behind you might end up just like the one in that ashes box. As the Holy Venerable of the Sacred Gate, even if you don't consider yourself, you should think about the people behind you."
