The Shang camp seemed engulfed by a mournful wind, and morale was low. Even Wen Zhong could barely summon any spirit. Xiqi not only had Golden Immortals of the Chan Teaching to help them; whenever danger arose, some extraordinary figure always appeared to aid them. Of the Ten Ultimate Formations, which could seal the heavens and destroy the earth, nine had already been broken. The only one left, the Red Sand Formation, had trapped King Wu, Ji Fa, but the people of Xiqi would surely seek a way to save him. They could hardly stand by and watch Xiqi's wise ruler die. What was more, Zhao Gongming's death had left him grief-stricken. Zhao Gongming had been the Interception Sect's foremost outer disciple, with a cultivation at the level of the Grand Unity Dao Fruit, yet he had still been slain by an evil art that shot apart his Three Souls and Seven Souls. Could Heaven truly mean to destroy the foundation of Cheng Tang?
The group arrived at the rear of the Shang camp. When the three Niangniangs saw the coffin, they lifted the lid and found blood streaming from Zhao Gongming's eyes and spilling from his heart. They could not help but fly into a rage. Qiongxiao cried out and nearly fainted from fury, while Bixiao said angrily, "Sister, don't be anxious. We'll capture him and shoot him three times as well, to avenge this hatred."
Yunxiao said, "Jiang Shang is not to blame. It was the outsider Lu Ya who used this wicked art. On the one hand, our elder brother's allotted years had run out; on the other, the evil art took his life. We need only capture Lu Ya and shoot him three times. Then this grudge will be settled."
At that moment, Hua Dou pointed