Yan Duo was speechless. It was not appropriate for him to keep stopping the other side from carrying out their mission. Otherwise, if this man turned around and pinned the responsibility on him, he would be the one unable to bear it.
Little did he know that before coming here, Xiang Wuren had already issued a military pledge before Zhou Shou Xian.
There was nothing more Yan Duo could say. Xiang Wuren's troops rapidly assembled, while the warhorses hidden deeper in the mountains had already rushed out upon receiving the news.
The four cultivators scouting the way swiftly flew back to report, "There are ambushers in the mountains. Their exact numbers are unknown, but there should be quite a lot!"
There really was an ambush? Feng Ruonan was startled. Her tasseled spear was already in her hand, and her bearing abruptly changed. She swung her spear and shouted, "Form ranks!"
The accompanying cavalry and infantry swiftly arranged themselves into battle formations. Shields rose, while the archers drew arrows from their quivers, nocked them onto their bows, and stood ready.
With a gesture from Shang Chaozong, the cavalry under his command also swiftly took up their weapons and went on guard.
Bai Yao tilted his head and signaled to his fellow disciples beside him. They understood and made their preparations.
Before long, a large mass of troops could vaguely be seen rushing out from the mountain forest ahead. Anyone with even a little battlefield experience could make a rough estimate at a glance—there were no fewer than ten thousand men.
Xiang Wuren held a spear in hand and galloped out of the woods, arriving before the lines. Yan Duo and the other cultivators slowly rode up behind him.
"Just as expected, they did not flee!" Xiang Wuren laughed loudly, then suddenly