After those declarations were issued, Ling Tian led several thousand disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion, riding hundreds of savage beasts, straight toward the attackers. Everyone was eager for a fight, their battle intent surging.
The lowest cultivation among these several thousand disciples was Quasi Saint Immortal. The several hundred, nearly a thousand, disciples of Seven Snow Hall, led by Seven Killers and the others, had collectively reached the middle Saint Immortal stage. Their auras surged like raging tides, their might terrifying.
Although two or three tenths of the several hundred thousand to a million attackers remained—some two or three hundred thousand people—many of them were holding back to see how things unfolded. Ling Tian and the others believed that the strength Lingxiao Pavilion had now revealed was enough to intimidate them and keep them from acting rashly. That left only the ringleaders and rabble-rousers to deal with, which would be much easier.
Leaving aside Ling Tian and the others as they began to act, let us turn back time to several dozen days earlier.
Several dozen days ago, when the rumors had just begun to spread, Su Ying and Fairy Meng Shang, who were in Heavenly Venerate Palace, learned of them. Su Ying was frantic with worry, and a trace of concern crossed Fairy Meng Shang's lovely face, but she soon returned to her usual composure, as if she had never heard the news.
"Bei Bei, this won't do. If this continues, more and more people will believe those rumors. And with people deliberately stirring things up, I'm afraid countless people will flood into the Barbaric Land to attack Lingxiao Pavilion." Su Ying was clever, and quickly saw the hidden hand behind the matter. She urged, "Come with me to Lingxiao Pavilion. We have to help Big Brother Yuan."
Unexpectedly, Fairy