Several cultivators on the mountainside stared wide-eyed. When they came back to themselves, more than half the people around the bonfire had vanished, all rushing ahead.
Heaven was helping them!
Delighted, Brother Niu leaped to his feet and dragged Brother Zhou away. "Quick, quick, quick! Let's use this chance to get out of danger first."
Brother Zhou knew he had caused trouble too. He was even more wretched than Brother Niu now. He rose with the motion, still hunched over as he tried to slip away amid the chaos.
But they had barely taken a step when the first cultivator who had lost his patience before snapped angrily, "You've got no reins on that filthy mouth of yours, making everyone sick of you. I'll 'let the strong devour the weak' and swallow you up without delaying my pill-grabbing!"
Brother Niu and Brother Zhou cried out together, "Woe is us!" The cultivator who would not let the matter rest had a towering body, like a small mountain. Once he rode the qi, he naturally rose into the air. He was a dignified Void Stepping cultivator. His divine intent covered a radius of ten li; locking onto two core formation cultivators took no effort at all. As his voice entered their ears, it shook cracks into their skulls and set their brains boiling. They staggered two steps, nearly toppling into the bonfire.
"Let's fight!"
Though Brother Zhou had a foul mouth, he still had some backbone. He turned around, gritted his teeth, and prepared to charge forward—yet the next instant, his eyes went blank.
The burly cultivator already floating in midair suddenly had his head driven down, nearly half of it shoved into his chest. Without even a grunt, he fell to the ground and rolled aside. Blood sprayed from every pore