Li Yang kept lashing the reins. The black horse beneath him galloped at full speed through the snow-filled air like a black dragon. Fortunately, the mountains in this area were gentle, and the snow had not melted, so the horse could race ahead without restraint.
After putting some distance between himself and Zhao Linglong, Li Yang finally spotted figures ahead. Two mountains stood at the edge of the earth, and a large crowd of martial artists had gathered between them. He frowned as he watched from afar.
Holding the reins in one hand, he tucked the riding crop into his belt with the other, then reached back and drew his long spear. Like a fierce general charging alone into a sea of enemy troops, he rushed forward at breakneck speed, without a hint of hesitation.
The closer he drew to where the sects had gathered, the darker his expression grew. He had never expected so many people to attack the Qingxiao Sect.
Though he had lost to Wu Man'er and witnessed Jiang Zhaoxia's strength, he still did not believe the Qingxiao Sect could hold off so many martial artists.
Just then, he saw figures flying into the air behind the crowd. He realized a great battle was already underway up ahead.
"Outrageous!"
Li Yang roared, but the martial artists had not heard him. They were all focused on the battle ahead.
Dozens of experts from the Seven Peaks Alliance, the Azure Cult, and the Iron Peak Sect were surrounding Yang Jueding. The others stood by and watched, unable to join the fight. Of course, most of them had no desire to get involved.
Yang Jueding dodged the attacks of Bai He, Guang Lantian, and Zhang Songjing while striking out with his palm. Each time he unleashed the Nine Heavens Divine