Everyone activated their Qinggong.
They raced across the wilderness.
Perhaps the lure had successfully drawn the tiger away from its mountain. The group encountered no large contingents of border troops along the way and reached the foot of the pass walls without incident.
Jingrong Pass was not large.
It stood between two flanking mountains.
Figures moved atop the walls, keeping watch between the battlements.
The walls stood over a hundred feet high.
Chen Jing, Li Muyuan, and Ding Qingyan, the three foremost experts, sprang onto the wall in a single bound. The others had all achieved extraordinary meridian penetration, so scaling the wall was hardly difficult for them either.
The soldiers guarding the wall saw only a blur before a dozen figures suddenly shot up in rapid succession.
They were just about to shout.
Li Muyuan and Ding Qingyan struck together.
Palm force howled and Sword Qi swept in every direction, engulfing several soldiers in an instant.
Their Xiantian energy, either surging or razor-sharp, slammed into armor with a series of thuds. The tremendous impact knocked the soldiers unconscious outright.
Such was the effect of projecting true qi beyond the body.
Although it might not grant an advantage against equally skilled opponents, it was extraordinarily efficient at clearing out small fry.
Chen Jing, by contrast, was stronger in combat than either of them.
But he had yet to consolidate his greater celestial circuit, so he could only use Qinggong to close in and dispatch the soldiers. This was a difference in the underlying mechanics themselves.
Fortunately, Chen Jing's Qinggong was also as swift as lightning. He flashed up to a defending soldier and pressed his palm against the armor over the man's chest.
A burst of inner force passed through the armor and scattered the qi and blood throughout the