Even when a tiger is cornered in the lowlands, the residual prestige of a Golden Core cultivator remains enough to terrify a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"Wrong, this Golden Core cultivator is now nothing more than a spent force, merely putting up a front." The five-colored-garmented youth with the curved saber had sharp eyes, catching an imperceptible pause in Dongfang Yi's Flowing Fire Ice Shield after it blocked over twenty heavy arrows; although it was extremely brief and ordinary cultivators could never have detected it, anyone bold enough to pursue a Golden Core cultivator was no ordinary figure—what piercing insight they possessed, so that even for a single split second, those present spotted it.
"Avenge our fallen tribal warriors! Kill!" All trace of shock vanished from the burly elder's face, and murderous intent swirled around him once more. Spurred by the saber-wielding youth, he too had perceived it; the benefits their tribe would reap from executing a Golden Core cultivator were immeasurable, and moreover, the other party had slain their tribesmen, making it a battle to the death with no quarter asked!
The Black Eagle and Blue Eagle flying-rider teams crossed paths in the air once again, and arrows rained down like a storm.
"Noisy!" A trace of anger finally shadowed Dongfang Yi's cold countenance, and she once more extended a finger to flick out several rays of Sword Qi. Yet the moment the Sword Qi left her body, her already poor complexion paled by several more shades, and several more flying-rider warriors met a miserable end on the spot in midair, the corpses of their spirit eagles spiraling down as they fell.
Swish, swish, swish! The arrow rain launched a surprise attack right before her, and the Flowing Fire Ice Shield suffered blow after continuous blow.
Bang! Amidst the joint