Xu Yi swept his hand out, about to draw everyone over, when suddenly his heart tightened. He abruptly shifted aside, and a streak of cold light cleaved straight through the ground.
Though Xu Yi dodged the slash, he was still sent reeling by the shockwave.
Only then did Xu Yi sense a figure hurtling toward him from the southeast. In other words, that streak of cold light had shot in from at least ten li away.
The cold light shone like snow beneath the moon, nearly illuminating the entire world around them. Who knew how many people its strike had startled?
"Could that be an Earth Immortal?"
Xu Yi furrowed his brows. His worry was soon confirmed: the newcomer was moving almost as fast as the sword light. And Xu Yi recognized him—the hunchbacked old man at Dong Huang Yu's side.
"Greetings, Elder Yao!"
"Elder Yao, this fiend killed the Sixth Young Master!"
"Elder Yao, please deliver justice for us!"
The hunchbacked old man's streak of cold light had not only driven Xu Yi back with ease; it had also freed Elder Tu and the others, who had already become prey trapped in a net. They swarmed around the hunchbacked old man, playing the victims and accusing Xu Yi of his crimes.
Before they could finish speaking, dozens of cultivators had gathered around them. They had all been drawn by the streak of cold light, and every one of them assumed a Mystical Treasure had appeared.
"We meet again, Xu Yi. You've really made a mess of my plans. Because of you, I had to set aside the heavy burden on my shoulders and rush here in a hurry. Given how much importance I've placed on you, you could be called a peerless hero. Unfortunately, you've provoked my Dong Huang