A cry of "Kunlun, come fight!" rang out in the cold wind.
Like the sudden ring of a sword, it resounded through the Twelve Towers in an instant, heading toward the summit of the snowy mountain.
Wang Xian, who had been watching the clouds and gazing out at the sea, started in alarm at the words and turned to look at the snow-shrouded plaza before the Twelve Towers.
He looked at Liu Xian'er, her face burning with anger, and at his senior brother, surrounded by one hundred and eight monks with blades and swords pointed at him. A cold laugh escaped him.
He sent Liu Xian'er a voice transmission. "Don't be afraid. Do as I say..."
At his words, Liu Xian'er instantly covered her mouth, then giggled. Pointing her little finger at the fearsome Wuguo, she cried, "Monk, lay down your butcher's knife and turn back to shore!"
The moment she said that, the snowy mountain was stunned.
Even Liu Piaopiao, inside the reception hall, froze. Tang Qingyu held Ximen Tinghua's hand, feeling as though she was going mad!
She hadn't expected the person at the center of it all, Li Dalu, not to lose his temper, while Liu Xian'er instead came out with a line far beyond her years.
Turn back to shore?
Even Liu Piaopiao, her older sister, probably couldn't have said that while standing in the plaza.
At the words, Li Dalu frowned slightly at the monks charging toward him.
The step he had already taken forward instantly drew back. In the eyes of everyone in the reception hall, it looked as though Li Dalu had, at that moment, handed the next move over to his disciple.
Liu Xian'er looked around and noticed that, at some point, a number of heads had appeared around the plaza.
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