"Pull the formation in and defend immediately!"
"Guards, meet them head-on! Form a defensive line—don't let them break through!"
Zhou Qingyu hurriedly shouted her orders.
Over a hundred mounted Blood Tiger Gate disciples immediately spurred their horses forward, forming a single defensive line.
Though the disparity in strength was enormous, they had no other choice.
The Blood Tiger Gate's procession had stretched out while traveling. Once they were surrounded, they would be utterly unable to resist. The elderly, children, women, and other noncombatants in the convoy were all their family.
Jiang Ping'an said to Gu Yunxu, "Fairy Yunxu, let me see your flying sword."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yunxu immediately leaped onto the roof of the carriage and summoned the Ancient Pattern Sword.
Buzz—
A high-frequency vibration rang out as the Ancient Pattern Sword transformed into a streak of white light like a wandering dragon, shooting toward the charging Golden Robe Tower disciples.
The sword light swept past, and more than thirty heads flew into the air, almost forming a straight line. After cutting down over thirty people in one line, the Ancient Pattern Sword curved back and slaughtered another twenty-odd in another line.
Those instantly killed were no ordinary lackeys. Most were Second Blood Transformation Martial Masters, already far from weak. Yet before the flying sword, they were no better than grass and straw.
After two or three passes, the Ancient Pattern Sword had wiped out nearly a hundred Golden Robe Tower disciples at the forefront. Such terrifying lethality forcibly halted Golden Robe Tower's charge, frightening them into not daring to rush forward again.
On the other side, the White Dragon Sword Sect disciples charged forward, while the Blood Tiger Gate disciples desperately held them back. The two sides became locked in a chaotic melee.
After stopping Golden Robe