On the Cloud River Battlefield, quite a few people wore Face Masks. They were inexpensive and came in many styles. In places where it was inconvenient to show one's true face, wearing a Face Mask could conceal one's identity to a certain extent.
For some reason, He Bing clearly disliked Face Masks. Now that he held overwhelming strength, he intended to use force to suppress them.
"I'll count to three. Take off your Face Masks."
He Bing's voice was as cold as ice. If the terrain had not truly been unfavorable, he would have attacked the moment he confirmed their faction. The three of them traveled together, so their cultivation clearly could not be very high. Over these past days, he had killed several cultivators like them, and not one of them had been able to fight.
"One!"
"Two!"
A faint sigh sounded. Li Baxian raised a hand to his Face Mask.
Back in the Spirit Stream Battlefield, he too had been a figure who could summon wind and rain. At the mention of Li Baxian of Pill Heart Sect, who would not be wary? Yet ever since entering the Cloud River Battlefield, he had once again experienced the helplessness of weakness.
Just as Li Baxian was about to remove his Face Mask, Lu Ye suddenly slipped out from behind him. With a raised hand, he slashed out, sending a crescent-shaped saber light hurtling forward.
"You've got nerve!"
He Bing roared angrily. He raised the spear in his hand and gave it a light flick, shattering the crescent saber light.
Fury surged in his heart. In a situation like this, he had not even made the first move, yet these sneaky, face-hiding bastards had actually attacked him. They truly did not take him seriously.
The man who had attacked was