The scene changed in an instant!
Sword light flashed in Feng Qingge's hand. A streak of Sword Qi soared forth like a startled swan, slashing straight at Li Luosheng.
The sea of blood behind Li Luosheng churned. Several thick, crimson spikes suddenly formed and crushed the fierce Sword Qi in midair.
He sneered. "You dare show off a trick like that?"
Both sides stood ready to strike. Everyone from Mount Fangcun raised their power, only to find a dense blood cloud already covering the sky above them.
Sun Miao's expression grew grave. Seventeen purple pearls circled him without pause.
Qi Ling's long hair rose without wind, then burst into roaring flames.
Yuan Shucheng and Fu Dongcheng stood guard before you.
Though you had already summoned your power, your gaze turned elsewhere, a thoughtful look in your eyes.
Just then, Li Luosheng frowned. The surging sea of blood behind him abruptly stilled, and he spun to look back.
The Mount Fangcun disciples checked their attacks and followed his gaze toward the valley behind them.
In the distance, thirteen figures slowly emerged from the deep valley entrance.
A sharp light flashed in Li Luosheng's eyes. "Dragon Spring Sword Sect."
Most of the thirteen figures at the valley entrance flew on swords.
Moments later, the Dragon Spring Sword Sect party rode their sword light up to the group.
You recognized them as the people aboard the Continent-Crossing Treasure Ship you had encountered on your way to the East Sea.
The spirited young man in a yellow Daoist robe was among them. He still carried two swords on his back, and his cultivation was at the Early Dragon Court Realm.
Today, however, he was not their leader. Another young man was.
He stood like a lone peak, steep and cold. His dark robes were