Wouldn't dare think of losing him

Noticing that the Saint stage cultivator had prepared to make a move at him, then with a thought, the blood-red blades of energy that orbited round him shot out at great speeds towards the heaven adept stage cultivators and at the Saint stage cultivator.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!...

They were like a large stream of arrows as they whistled loudly, piercing through the air at extreme velocities towards the adversary cultivators.

When the heaven adept stage cultivators saw the saint-tier attacks shoot towards them with seemingly unstoppable momentums, they quickly produced several saint-rank, defensive treasure-artifacts that abruptly produced thick and solid, multilayered, protective spheres of energy.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!...