Looking at Liu Xiaolou standing in the arena with his staff planted on the ground, Yuan Huazi recalled the might of that staff strike just now, and his expression turned grave.
Someone behind him called out, "Senior brother!"
When Yuan Huazi turned around, he saw that it was his junior brother Hualin, who held the position of Steward Elder in the Five Dragons Sect. He took several steps back and asked, "Junior brother, you came?"
Hualin said, "I heard senior brother had arranged a battle with Sect Master Liu, so I came specially to lend my aid."
Hualin was one of the Five Dragons Sect's only two Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators. The shrieks and howls of those ghosts were rising madly, their momentum vast and terrifying! Ji Ruohua was struck dumb.
Thus, Li Yi did not fear the Demon Race's Seven Great Sages at all. The Flood Dragon King's threat was nothing more than a joke.
Having just returned to the Chasing Fate Department, Bu Qianhuai immediately sent someone to handle the matter. Within less than two hours, notices had been posted throughout Lelang Dao. The Kui Family coveted the Central Plains, colluded with the Ling Dynasty, betrayed the enemy and the nation, and sought to overthrow Da Gan's rule and drive out the Sword Sect.
"She should have gone out by now, right? Why can't we just leave this place?" Li Ran thought for a moment, then asked with a puzzled expression.
The first to strike was Hu Ning, master of Heavenly Sword Hall. The slender sword in his hand looked somewhat like the longswords used in international fencing, appearing from afar like a thin iron bar.
Besides, I was currently a ghost. I could walk one or two kilometers without changing expression, would not even gasp once,