"Ding." "Ding." "Ding."
The bronze wind chimes atop a nine-story pagoda on Kunlun's First Ring Island swayed in the night wind, producing a pleasant melody.
Amid the pleasing chime of the wind bells, a gray figure suddenly appeared in the sky above Kunlun's Fourth Island. At this moment, the vast sky over Kunlun's Fourth Island was utterly empty, making the gray figure's abrupt appearance especially conspicuous. Compared to the boundlessly vast Fourth Island, the gray figure seemed incomparably tiny, like a minute, discordant ink blot scattered across a huge painting.
But immediately afterward, a second figure appeared behind the gray figure, then a third... Dense figures followed behind the gray figure with the momentum of black clouds pressing down upon the city, silently pouring into Kunlun's First Ring Island.
More than seven thousand Kunlun disciples who had withdrawn from the First through Third Ring Islands to Kunlun's Fourth Island returned once more to Kunlun's First Ring Island.
"Who is commanding these people?"
Ming Shiqi, who had been the first to charge into Kunlun's First Ring Island, stood atop the golden roof of a watchtower at the island's highest point, frowning as he watched that small crimson current rapidly recede. That crimson current was the group of red-robed men who had just rushed into the First Ring Island. Under the encirclement and slaughter of the Sword Division disciples led by Qing Liujian, more than half of those two hundred red-robed men had fallen. Fewer than a hundred withdrew from the First Ring Island.
Because Qing Liujian had been killed, and because they had not known in the chaos what sort of formation the Netherworld Blood Sea was—a formation that shrouded thousands of miles of sea along with all of Kunlun—the Sword Division disciples under Qing Liujian's command had also suffered grievous