As Xu Qing spoke, a somber and desolate will erupted from him. It was as if a winter wind was sweeping through the arena, filling everyone with ice.

The immortal adepts, regardless of who they backed, now had Yue Dong as their leader. Therefore, it was only natural that they would close ranks to face a common enemy. Thus, they glared menacingly at Xu Qing.

Young Lord Yun’s heart filled also with killing intent; he was not going to allow anybody to harm Yue Dong.

The Imperial Sovereign mountain emissaries had all heard about the enmity between Sir Blood Dust and Yue Dong, but they had no reason to interfere. Besides, none of them thought that the two would actually try to kill each other right here. At the most, they might have a bit of a fight. And even if things did get deadly, it wasn’t their concern.

Therefore, after hearing what was said, the old man from the first Imperial Sovereign mountain turned to leave, his face grim. One by one, the other emissaries also left. One of the last to go was Lin Kun from the fifth mountain. Just before walking out, he looked at Xu Qing. Xu Qing gave him a nod. Lin Kun smiled back and was gone.