Shen Xuan's expression changed drastically.
"It's the Ding Family!"
Around a dozen Ding Family cultivators were fighting as they retreated.
There were at least twenty pursuers behind them, dressed in all sorts of clothes and wielding an assortment of magic artifacts.
"Good thing the pursuers aren't sect disciples. We'll stop here and see what happens."
As he spoke, Shen Xuan's figure flashed. He leaped off the Flying Boat, gripped the Water-Splitting Emei Dagger, and stood firm in front of it.
"Dad, can Uncle Shen hold off all those people?"
"What are you talking about!"
Even after coming to his senses, Zhao Chunsheng still had plenty of quick wit.
"Talisman Master Shen is a cautious man. He never does anything he isn't sure of."
"Those people, even all together, are no match for Talisman Master Shen!"
Zhao Dahu was so shocked his jaw dropped.
There were more than twenty cultivators.
They were chasing a dozen or so Ding Family cultivators and beating them to death.
Ding Yixuan was covered in blood!
He guarded his clansmen, fighting as he retreated, holding on through sheer force of will.
More than twenty Rogue Cultivators had followed them all the way, like wild dogs on the grasslands, snapping at their heels and attacking without pause.
A few of them even looked familiar.
In the past, whenever they saw him, they'd bow and scrape, calling him "Seventh Master Ding" at every turn.
But once they started fighting, they were even more ruthless than the others.
Their hands were already stained with the blood of many Ding Family clansmen!
Ding Yixuan's eyes burned with fury.
These dozen or so people were all the clan's hope for the future.
The patriarch, his father, his elder brother, and many other relatives had all charged at the powerful enemy without