Great Bamboo Peak.
Black Bamboo Forest.
"Wipe them all out?"
Poison God looked as if he'd just heard the biggest joke in the world.
"With just the handful of people you've got at Great Bamboo Peak?"
His gaze swept over Song Daren, then Lin Jingyu, and finally settled on Zhang Xiaofan.
For some reason, the boy holding a black stick made him deeply uncomfortable.
That look in his eyes didn't seem to be sizing up an enemy. It was more like he was looking at a pile of dead meat.
"Since you insist on throwing your life away,"
"I'll send these precious disciples of yours on their way first, then go after that little brat."
As soon as Poison God finished speaking, the hundred or so Demonic Cult experts behind him all summoned their magical treasures.
In an instant,
a chilling wind howled above the Black Bamboo Forest, and the shrieks of ghosts shook the bamboo leaves.
Tian Buyi took a deep breath. Crimson Flame Sword blazed with red light.
"All disciples, heed my command!"
He roared.
"Attack!"
At his command, Song Daren charged out first.
His sword, infused with powerful Daoist True Qi, cleaved through a cloud of green mist rushing toward him.
"Anyone who stands in my way dies!"
Song Daren's eyes widened as he unleashed the full force of his ninth-layer peak cultivation.
The sheer power of his outburst startled even the Demonic Cult fiends facing him.
Lin Jingyu, meanwhile, became one with his sword.
Shocking Dragon Sword streaked through the enemy ranks like a bolt of blue lightning.
Every thrust carried an unyielding resolve.
It was something Ye Xuan had taught him: A swordsman would rather break than bend.
Tian Ling'er summoned Amber Vermilion Ribbon.
The red silk transformed into countless spirit serpents in the air,