"Kill him."
Zhao Xiayang gave the order flatly, and ten disciples immediately accepted it and rushed off. He had not taken Lu Bei seriously. A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator trapped in an encirclement could be killed with a wave of his hand; surely he could not stir up much trouble.
The greatest threat was Xuan Yin Division Azure Guard Chu He!
There was no pointless talk of surrender. More accurately, Zhao Xiayang was unwilling to waste any more words on Chu He. He ordered his disciples to surround them and cut off every head of the Xuan Yin Division. Not a single one was to be spared.
The two groups clashed. Blades flashed in every direction, and Sword Qi swept across the battlefield. The fifteen members of the Xuan Yin Division were all at the Foundation Establishment Realm, while their leader, Chu He, had even reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. In a head-on fight, the two sides were unexpectedly evenly matched.
"Useless!"
Zhao Xiayang's face darkened, and just as he was about to erupt, a tall, thin disciple waiting for orders dropped to one knee and stammered, "Reporting to Sect Master, we only found the Xuan Yin Division bandits hiding in the shadows. The dog surnamed Wang is still... still..."
"How could one great fox simply vanish without a trace? You... Forget it. Once this sect master deals with the Wu Zhou lackeys, I'll personally go capture that fox."
Zhao Xiayang gave a heavy snort at the report, then turned toward Chu He, who was cutting down foes left and right in the middle of the battlefield. A flash of azure light passed through his eyes, and he suddenly drew in a deep breath.
His chest swelled, and his power erupted. The pressure of his cultivation merged into