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”Feng Jiu! Get ready to die! ”

The cold murderous voice from within the airflow barrier startled the people outside of it. 

Feng Jiu was still alive? He was able to hold out for so long under the attack of Nascent Soul cultivators?


”Little Jiu! Little Jiu! ”

Guan Xilin ’s eyes were red with worry.
Even though he was a Martial Ancestor, but at this moment, no matter how much he wanted to continue forwards and rush through the airflow barrier, he couldn ’t take another step forward. 

Under the powerful pressure and airflow, each step he took was like a dead weight.
Each step that took him closer made his blood boil, as if it were going to burst out of his blood vessels.

Xiao Yihan was the same.
Even though he was a Foundation cultivator, he was unable to more forwards under the powerful pressure.
He was shocked that Feng Jiu was able to withstand this pressure for so long when they found it difficult to even move.



”You all should retreat.
The pressure and airflow is too strong for you all to withstand. ” The Deputy Headmaster sent the two men backwards dozens of metres with a swish of his sleeve.

However, when he was about to send Nie Teng back, he saw that Nie Teng stared at him with cold, chilling eyes that made him shiver just a little bit.
Why did he follow them? He knew about the danger and yet he came.
Did he know Feng Jiu?

”I am not leaving! ”

Nie Teng spoke in a calm voice as he looked at the Deputy Headmaster.
He then looked that the airflow barrier in front of them and head the sound of battle coming from within.
His chest tightened.
He then took out an object from his space.

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