Shen Xuan's expression suddenly changed.
"It's the Ding Family's people!"
About ten or so cultivators from the Ding Family, fighting as they retreated.
The pursuing soldiers behind them numbered at least twenty, with varied clothing and a myriad of magical artifacts.
"Fortunately, the pursuers are not disciples of a sect. We'll just stop here and watch the situation."
As he spoke, Shen Xuan's figure flashed, leaping off the flying ship, holding the Water-Splitting Mount Emei Needle, standing tall in front of the flying ship.
"Dad, can Uncle Shen fend off those men?"
"What a question!"
The awakened Zhao Chunsheng still had a clever spark.
"Master Shen is a cautious person, never doing anything he's not sure of."
"All those people combined, they're no match for Master Shen!"
Zhao Dahu was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.
There were twenty plus cultivators.
Chasing after the ten or so Ding Family cultivators fiercely.
Ding Yixuan was covered in blood!
