At the gates of Xuan Qing Temple.
Less than twenty years after it had finally settled down, the gates of Xuan Qing Temple, which had looked like a sacred immortal haven when Song Qingming and the others first arrived, were now flying with shattered rocks, reduced to ruins once more.
Not far behind the gates, countless Xuan Qing Temple disciples battled the endless stream of enemy cultivators surging in from outside.
The cries of slaughter and clashes of techniques rang without end, one after another, punctuated now and then by shrill screams.
At the forefront of the battlefield, several thousand Xuan Qing Temple disciples jointly cast spells to control a formation, resisting a massive white rhinoceros more than a hundred zhang tall.
The pressure radiating from this white rhinoceros had reached Grade 4 Middle-rank. It was clearly a powerful Demon Emperor at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Facing the Level 4 Formation controlled by Xuan Qing Temple, it continuously charged forward with all its might. Nearly every impact against the formation left large numbers of cultivators on the other side dead or wounded.
On the giant rhinoceros's back, more than twenty Xuan Qing Temple cultivators had formed a battle formation and were fighting a short old man, desperately trying to hold him back.
The short old man held up a cyan light barrier with one hand. Surrounded and attacked by more than a dozen opponents, he showed no fear whatsoever, his face full of contempt.
"Heh heh! You people think you can block this old man's path? You truly overestimate yourselves."
As he spoke, the short old man lightly waved the green bamboo cane in his hand, and several Azure Sword Lights shot straight into the air ahead.
Faced with that attack, the group hurriedly stopped attacking and cast defensive