Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Several mud figurine clones suddenly appeared, carrying a powerful sword intent and glaring murderously at the Ancient Sword Sect members. This forced several Ancient Sword Sect elders who had been hiding to reveal themselves as well.
The elders were just about to seize the newcomers and interrogate them about their plot, when the figures instantly transformed into streams of light and shot underground, vanishing from sight. The elders immediately gave chase.
This sudden change made the expressions of the countless Ancient Sword Sect disciples who had come here turn grave. This place appeared to be a trap meant to lure them in.
Fortunately, they had reported the matter to the sect, and powerful sect experts were here to protect them, so they had nothing to fear.
After the elders left, Zhao Fu slowly emerged with a deep malice, like an evil ghost lurking in the darkness. The air instantly turned icy.
Sensing the malice radiating from Zhao Fu, countless people showed traces of fear on their faces, their hairs standing on end.
"Leave, now!"
The cold and beautiful woman drew the sword hanging at her waist and stared solemnly at Zhao Fu as she spoke.
The people around her also sensed Zhao Fu's aura and understood that staying would only get in the way. They transformed into streams of light and fled, though five people remained behind—four men and one woman. All of them were in the Saint Realm and were confident they could help.
"Who are you?" the cold and beautiful woman demanded sharply, pointing her sword at Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu did not answer. The eye pupils he had kept hidden were revealed, and the faces of those who remained changed drastically.
At that moment, the cold and beautiful woman and the others all transformed