Facing the three-foot-long sword pointed at him, Leng Qiang did not retreat in the slightest.
He was very clear about what should and shouldn't be done at this moment, and even clearer that in such circumstances, he absolutely could not back down even a little.
If he retreated, what awaited would surely be Lin Yuyu's destruction.
He had only one feeling, which was knowing exactly what Ye Feng was facing at this moment.
He also understood that the situation Ye Feng was in was absolutely not something he and Lin Yuyu, with their level of cultivation, could resolve.
If it could be resolved, even if there was a sliver of a chance, he wouldn't be so insistent, so resolute in stopping Lin Yuyu.
In his view, if Lin Yuyu went, not only would it be of no use to Ye Feng, it would cause unnecessary sacrifices.
"Lin Daoist, you should know what the senior is facing right now." Leng Qiang glanced at the tear-streaked Lin Yuyu and sighed.
