Sword Qi Suppresses the Great River

Swish, swish, swish!

More and more figures appeared.

Their Dark Taoist Robes nearly melted into the darkness.

Ming Shanzi had changed his attire. He wore a dark-blue crane cloak embroidered with the Big Dipper Seven Luminaries, a long sword strapped to his back, and a special leather pouch at his waist bristling with bamboo talismans. Combined with his crane-like, emaciated figure, his presence was now utterly different.

Before, he had possessed the bearing of an immortal. Now, he radiated chilling killing intent.

The few people beside him all looked extraordinary.

One was a white-haired Old Taoist, tall and broad, his face covered in scars. He carried no sword, only an old Date Wood Law Seal in his right hand. Vermilion-soaked patterns densely covered his knuckles—marks left by thirty years of cultivating thunder techniques...

Another was a Female Taoist nearing thirty. She rarely smiled, and her thick black hair was secured with a Green Bamboo Section Hairpin. Faintly visible within her bun were thirty-six golden needles, while beneath her Taoist robe, leggings wrapped in talismans could just be seen...

These experts came partly from the Cheng family, but most were from Qingcheng. They rarely showed themselves in ordinary times, and were specifically responsible for fighting and slaughter.

Li Yan recognized the leader of the Qingcheng side. It was Ling Yunzi, who had previously guided them around Qingcheng Mountain. He had now officially risen from Guest Receptionist to leader of their external operations.

Whether Ming Shanzi or Ling Yunzi, neither could be considered a decision-maker, but both were top-tier figures among their respective middle ranks.

Yet the two stood respectfully to either side, knowing their place.

Standing in the center was a blind Old Taoist. His robe was tattered, his hair withered, his body hunched, and his face covered in age spots.