"All of you, get away!" yelled Nan Wang tersely.
The Immortal Guangyuan waved his sleeve to release a few sword lights, forcing Zhao Layue and the others to get behind him.
The flying swords leapt up, and the glows of the magic treasures illuminated the peak top in the whistling wind. The disciples of Green Mountain and the representatives of various sects were escaping from the site in a hurry.
"Master! Senior Master! Please! If you two keep on fighting like this, the Great Formation of Green Mountain will crumble!"
The Immortal Guangyuan yelled at the two brothers at the edge of the cliff as he held his right hand in front of him, his sword will as heated as the flames, in an attempt to block the whistling wind and the dreadful sword wills.
"I don't care."
An icy and defiant grin flashed on Liu Shisui's dark face; it was rather odd to look at since it seemed to have total disregard for life and death.