Everyone watched Lu Feng and Su Wangyao vanish into the distance, their figures nearly out of sight. At once, one hostile gaze after another turned toward Bai Wujiu.
With so many already dead, Bai Wujiu's single sword could no longer hold them back.
Xu Ming and Snow Lion in particular had their inner rage completely overwhelm their lingering apprehension in the face of Bai Wujiu's shouted warning.
"Esteemed guest, repaying a favor is worthy of our respect. Now that you have blocked this path, that favor has been repaid. Half an hour is far too long. Stop here, and we will not hold it against you!"
"Otherwise, that one sword alone will never stop so many of us!"
Xu Ming and Snow Lion rose into the air. After their exchange of challenges, they made as if to cross the curtain of flames and knock Bai Wujiu to the ground.
Led by the two of them, many Soul Masters behind them also leaped into the air and stood suspended there, awaiting Bai Wujiu's response.
Bai Wujiu's expression tightened. Though he had now comprehended the Heavenly Dao Soul Fire that suited his own Dao, it had not greatly improved his actual strength. He might have some confidence in dealing with Xu Ming and Snow Lion, but against so many others, he had no confidence at all.
Just as the situation stood at sword's point and bowstring's draw.
Two women of ethereal grace and holy bearing suddenly approached from afar, like two rainbows streaking across the sky—one peach-red, one blue-white—a feast for the eyes.
"B-Brother Bai?"
The woman in peach-red robes came closer and froze when she saw Bai Wujiu. "What are you doing here? Did you summon this strange soul fire?"
The woman beside her, dressed in a blue-white long robe, shifted