At this moment, Song Yin's eyes were wide with anger, his hair flying wildly as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.
In front of him appeared six figures, with one of them, clad in beast hide, grasping the neck of his dear master. The master's neck was twisted, his body limp like a rotten cloth, barely clinging to life.
"Oh? Little rat, is this your disciple? Quite quick to arrive..." The man in beast hide sneered viciously, ready to tighten his grip.
"Master!!"
Song Yin's eyes widened as he burst forth with White Qi.
Seeing this, the three figures at the front displayed an air of disdain.
Jinxian Sect, the only thing of note is their Jin Guang, but as Sect Leaders of the Xumi Vein Sect themselves, with cultivation at the Eighth or Ninth Stage, the six of them taking on one Jin Guang had already been an easy catch.
