"Yuan Jing, a century of grudges—today, I'll settle them all with you." The yellow-turbaned man stood in the cold night sky atop a Tenth Tier Ice Scorpion. Looking down at Yuan Jing, who was slowly rising in a carriage, he roared angrily.
"You think you can do that? Your method of luring the demons is quite ingenious. I presume the one who tampered with things is somewhere in the caravan. To have concealed it from my eyes is no small feat. Unfortunately, only a few low-tier cultivators were killed or injured. In a few days, I can still gather more men and bring them here. What can you possibly do to me?"
Yuan Jing remained seated there, speaking lazily with his handsome face. Even though the other side had made such a grand display, he clearly did not take them seriously.
"Naturally, I'm not alone." The yellow-turbaned man let out a shrill whistle. Three masked men in black shot through the air like the wind and lightning. Without a word, they charged straight at Yuan Jing.
Boom! The three black-clad men struck at the same time. Three blue ice spikes shrieked as they shot toward Yuan Jing.
Yuan Jing raised a hand and slapped down. The carriage beneath him blazed with spiritual light, sending a radiant glow to meet the three blue ice spikes.
In the blink of an eye, the blue ice spikes transformed into three fierce blue demonic eagles and tore the radiant glow apart.
Boom! Yuan Jing's carriage, along with the spirit beast pulling it, shattered and scattered in every direction. Yuan Jing himself merely pointed forward with one finger. The fragments parted before him as his robes fluttered, and he strolled out through the passage.
"Profound Eagle Ice Baleful Intent. The Ye Household of Wu Kingdom