"Sect Master Qin, long time no see."
Sima Yan and the others landed, and then they looked at Qin Tian with eyes that were somewhat mocking.
"What a daunting spirit you have, Sect Master Qin!"
Wuchang also let out a cold smirk at the corner of his mouth—there was no doubt that the Xuantian Sect had lost its momentum, and the severely injured Qin Tian was no threat in his eyes.
"Sect Masters, bringing so many people to grace us with your presence today, may I ask what brings you here?"
Qin Tian faced the danger unflustered, speaking in an indifferent tone.
"Heh heh, Qin Tian, after all this, do you still want to stall for time? Don't you know whom you're waiting for to come to your aid? Who would dare to assist your Xuantian Sect now?"
A cold smile spread across Wuchang's face.
"Sect Master Qin, we're acquainted, and I truly do not wish to see the Xuantian Sect drenched in blood. How about this—you lead everyone to surrender, and we can save ourselves the trouble."
