Outside Clear Moon Pavilion, shouts of killing, clashing weapons, and exploding energy had already merged into one deafening roar.
When Lu Chen and Yun Qingyue rushed out of the main hall, they saw that the courtyard gate had been blasted open, splinters flying everywhere.
Three guards stood back-to-back in a small battle formation, desperately blocking the shattered gate as they fought the Medicine King Valley disciples in various uniforms who kept surging in from outside.
Though the guards were valiant and fought in formation, their attackers vastly outnumbered them—at least forty or fifty people. Among them were quite a few at Xiantian perfection, and three powerful figures hovered in the air, looking down coldly. They were the three Medicine King Valley elders who had arrived!
One was an old man in purple robes with a stern, rigid face.
One was a charming middle-aged beauty in a green dress.
The last was the sinister old man in Criminal Hall attire whom Lu Chen had sensed outside the courtyard earlier.
On the ground, more than half of the eight Criminal Hall disciples and three Supernatural Power Realm deathsworn had already fallen. Evidently, they had been caught up in or killed during the chaotic three-way battle just now.
"Stop!"
Lu Chen's sharp shout crashed out like thunder, carrying a trace of the Dragon Soul Mirror imprint's pressure and instantly drowning out the clamor in the courtyard.
Both sides in the fierce battle instinctively paused.
The three guards seized the chance to retreat several steps and return to Lu Chen's side. They were drenched in blood and breathing heavily, but their eyes remained sharp.
The Medicine King Valley disciples outside also ceased fighting for the moment, though they continued to surround Clear Moon Pavilion tightly. Blades were drawn, crossbows were nocked, and they glared