Taking the Lead

Xiang Yang slowly took a step forward. The skin and flesh all over his body rippled like waves, while endless pressure squeezed in from every direction, carrying more undercurrents of change than when he had stood still before.

Like a devout seeker of the Dao, Xiang Yang moved beneath the yellow sand with his back bent, wading out a shallow straight trail. Compared to Yu Du, who had been swallowed by the sand in an instant, and Yan Mumei, who had a divine blade protecting her body, he calmly revealed his profound reserves.

Seeing this, Monk Yuantong muttered under his breath and circulated his power across his body. It was the Golden Summit Divine Skill, one of Jialan Temple's hardening arts. The fat on his body instantly brimmed with rugged strength and toughness. He too leaped down from the cliff like a massive boulder crashing to earth, smashing a deep pit into the river of sand before he was slowly covered over.

After that, more people arrived one after another at the edge of the cliff. Those confident in their martial strength circulated their power through their bodies to withstand the erosion of the sand river. Those without such confidence thought of other methods.

For instance, Fifth Xianjun's martial arts did not even reach the average standard of those present, but his two guards, Chai Ba and Chai Jiu, possessed clean, formidable skills. Each lifted one of his arms, and the three descended into the yellow sand in a tripod formation.

The three men's true qi supported one another as they jointly protected the blade-shaped beautiful jade in Fifth Xianjun's hand. No matter how violently the wild sand raged, it could do nothing to them. This showed just how formidable the Fifth Family was.

Among them, one saber wielder who