(There are still twenty-odd votes short of 150 recommendation votes. I'm going to sleep tonight, so I'll post this chapter first.)
Retreat!
When the Qing Clan saw the horrifying scene before them, they were struck pale with terror. They knew that only by relying on superior numbers could they stop the terrifying silver-haired youth before them. Their group had five more people than the Bai Clan had just now, but the Bai Clan's fate was already a cautionary tale.
Given the silver-haired youth's combat strength, dealing with them would probably only take him a little more effort than it had taken to deal with the Bai Clan. Even if they managed to stop him, so what? The Qing Clan would probably be left with only a few survivors, while the Wu Clan would reap the benefits for nothing. Who would be willing to make such a losing bargain?
"Bastard!" Wu Bi was both shocked and enraged by the scene before him, but there was nothing he could do. If he were in their place, he would have made the same choice.
Regardless, once this battle spread, the entire Flying Cavalry Tribe would surely lose all face. Ten Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Bai Clan had been unable to withstand even a single exchange with him. And the fifteen members of the Qing Clan, including two Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivators, had not even dared to fight him head-on.
At the beginning, the Flying Cavalry Tribe had merely suffered heavy casualties, but they had at least still dared to fight. Yet these two groups had lost the might with which the Flying Cavalry Tribe had once dominated the skies. In the place where they were most proud, they did not even dare to battle!
Wu Bi even sensed fear in the