The disparity in strength between the two sides was revealed at once.
Most of the several dozen people on Tang Qingxiang's side came from minor sects like the Seven Sects and Six Factions. Among them were people like those two who had been killed by Chi Yaoli the moment they met, and the one Tang Qingxiang had casually slain as though he were an ant. Moreover, Tang Qingxiang's people had only gathered together temporarily; in terms of hastily coordinated Daoist Arts, they were not even a match for the Seven Sects and Six Factions.
Cai Shu's side was completely different. After their successive battles against the Seven Sects and Six Factions and the Canglang Palace, Cai Shu and the others had gained considerable experience in battles involving dozens of people, and they had also made specific preparations.
Thus, compared to Tang Qingxiang's side, Cai Shu's Seven Seas Demon Race was like the regular army of a worldly dynasty, while Tang Qingxiang's side was like bandits with no order or discipline whatsoever.
The radiance emitted by the Daoist Arts and magic treasures of the dozen or so people who attacked the instant Tang Qingxiang spoke was immediately drowned out by the combined release of Daoist Arts from more than a dozen Strange Beasts on Cai Shu's side. Most of Tang Qingxiang's people scattered through the sky like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. At least four whose magic treasures had been shattered, their true essence jolted so badly that they could not evade in time, were directly blasted into flying ash by the tsunami-like force of the Daoist Arts unleashed by the Strange Beasts.
"Hm?"
Yet the violet-crystal-like sword radiance formed in an instant by the middle-aged man in black forcibly broke through the tsunami-like force of the