I put on the ghost mask and walked outside under Jiang Han's protection. These people were indeed wearing Celestial Master robes, but on closer inspection, they weren't from the Taiji Sect.
Zhao Yu and Tong Sanjin had both changed into raincoats and put on gas masks. Even so, facing so many enemies, they were somewhat apprehensive.
Outside, there were nothing but business vans and minibuses. No ordinary lineage could have found this many vehicles.
"Your Majesty, shall we fight?" Zhao Yu asked through his pig-nosed gas mask.
"Too many. Retreat!" Without the slightest hesitation, I summoned Chen Shanyun, climbed into the sedan chair, and fled.
You've got to be kidding. Dozens of Arcane Sect cultivators couldn't be stopped without the corpse soldiers' help. Besides, when I swept my Yin-Yang Eyes over them, all of them were close to the Dao Entry stage, and several clearly already possessed Dao Entry cultivation.
"Clear skies under the Dao, peace beneath the sword. Qingwei, lend me your power! Dao Sword!"
We had only reached the new guesthouse area when I heard Li Qinghe roar. A streak of radiance slashed across the scene, felling a good number of people in front of us.
But these people had been prepared. They had all reinforced themselves with spells and quickly climbed back to their feet. Though it had been a sneak attack, killing them was genuinely no easy task.
"Li Qinghe, get up here! Your rib injury hasn't healed yet, has it? Is it worth risking your life like this?" I grabbed Li Qinghe and pulled him along.
"Heh heh, killing one is better than killing none. It's revenge for my second and third uncles." Li Qinghe grinned.
I didn't see Zhao Qian; she had probably used an invisibility raincoat. Zhang Xiaofei came running from the Ancestral