After Ye Fei took up the Tian Xie spear, his strength increased greatly. As he unleashed the Mad Demon Staff Technique, he gradually gained the upper hand. It was only a matter of time before he won.
Ye Fei's opponent was Lin Li of Thunderclap Pavilion. Lin Li had also attended the previous Cultivator Assembly and knew Ye Fei was one of the disciples Ling Tian had recently recruited. But when he saw Ye Fei's strength, he was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe that a cultivator not even three hundred years old could have reached the Mahayana Stage—and that he himself would be at a disadvantage against him.
Above the ancient city, Ling Tian and Elder Ling hovered in midair, watching Ye Fei and the others fight. They were extremely pleased with their performance. But when they saw several Thunderclap Pavilion disciples trying to flee, Ling Tian furrowed his brow, then chuckled. "Heh. They're actually running away."
"The strongest among them is a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Seeing Elder Ling here, they know they have no chance of winning, so of course they're running," Nangong Bingrui said, looking toward the fleeing cultivators. "Ling Tian, what should we do? Should we stop them?"
"If they were from another sect—even Ten Thousand Swords Cliff—I'd let them go. But not a single person from Thunderclap Pavilion can escape." A glint of Killing Intent flashed in Ling Tian's eyes. His voice turned icy. "I said I'd take back the things that belong to Lingxiao Pavilion, bit by bit. Little Zhu, Big Gold, Little Gold, chase them all down."
A chorus of savage beast roars rang out. Little Zhu, Big Gold, and Little Gold revealed their thousands-of-zhang-long forms, then shot away like the wind. They were only half a step