"You! How utterly arrogant."
The Three Realms Sect cultivator who had attacked was mocked to his face by Ye Xiu before so many people, and immediately found himself unable to save face.
Their Three Realms Sect had run rampant through this region for so many years. When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
To put it simply, Ye Xiu's words had stabbed fast, true, and viciously into their vital spot, breaking through their defenses outright.
"Let this old man see just what abilities you possess to be so arrogant!"
A fierce gale howled past. The cultivator abandoned his physical body and transformed directly into a violent wind, sweeping toward Ye Xiu.
"So eager to come forward and die? Fine, I'll grant you that wish!"
Naturally, Ye Xiu showed not the slightest hint of cowardice.
With his sword in hand, he charged straight ahead, his figure becoming a streak of light under the reinforcement of spiritual energy.
The streak of light and the gale collided and scattered continuously through the air. The spiritual-energy shockwaves that struck the ground set off violent explosions one after another.
In a battle of this level, the cultivators below could no longer continue fighting.
There was no helping it. The aftermath of battle did not distinguish friend from foe. After struggling desperately on the battlefield, if one were accidentally blown to death by the residual force of some great figure from one's own sect, who could one seek redress from for such a grievance?
Under the command from the terminal, the Alliance cultivators swiftly retreated.
The Three Realms Sect cultivators opposite them had already been pinned down and beaten all along. If their sect's mountain gate had not been behind them, giving them at least somewhere to retreat to, they would have scattered like birds and