Upon the rippling waters of Crescent Lake, dozens of Qi Refining Cultivators stood aboard small boats, weapons in hand, watching the sky with tense expressions as though ready to stake their lives in battle at any moment.
Along the lakeshore, women, children, and the elderly had all gathered. Riding Unicorn Horses covered in scales, they swiftly retreated toward the deep mountains. More and more Qi Refining Cultivators emerged from their homes, their eyes filled with a fearless resolve to face death, even though all of them blowing themselves up together would not so much as harm a single hair on a Golden Core True Person.
Seeing this, Song Changsheng did not think they were overestimating themselves. Instead, he felt somewhat moved.
The Song Clan of old had been so much like them. Even knowing full well that they faced an enemy they could never defeat, they would still fight with everything they had until their last drop of blood had run dry.
Better to die standing than live kneeling.
With such spirit, such a clan, even if it was exterminated, so long as its bloodline remained in this world, it would sooner or later make a comeback.
"What business do you three have blocking This Seat's path?" Song Changsheng tucked his hands into his sleeves and calmly regarded the three men. His gaze was placid and his aura faint. Had he not been walking through the void, he would have seemed like nothing more than an ordinary mortal.
Yet the three Foundation Establishment Cultivators did not dare let down their guard in the slightest. Walking through the air was the exclusive privilege of Golden Core True Persons. They had initially thought some enemy had come knocking, never imagining that it would be a Golden Core True Person.
Clearly, this was