After Kong Jiao cleaned up the last of the spoils, he leisurely concealed himself within the dense forest of the mountain ravine and watched the battle, which was already nearing its end.
Of course, he had not forgotten the purpose of this trip.
From time to time, his gaze flicked toward the villagers gathered below, led by Mu Tian.
Though the villagers were in a panic, Kong Jiao had warned them in time when he discovered the enemy attack. They had been well protected, and no casualties had occurred.
Even so, one hand remained pressed against his silver bow, ready to deal with any sudden developments.
About another quarter of an hour passed before the two Blood-Robed Alliance disciples were finally dragged to death with the help of the cold energy Kong Jiao had slipped into their bodies during his sneak attack.
One of them was cut down by Jiang Bairen, while Xie Guang'an promptly followed up with a Dharma seal.
The two disciples perished together.
"Hahaha!" Having secured victory, Jiang Bairen raised his saber and laughed toward the sky. Drenched in blood, he looked like a war god in the eyes of the surviving disciples.
Even Xie Guang'an cast him a respectful look. Jiang Bairen seemed to relish the feeling and laughed even louder.
"I'm Jiang Bairen! Those bastards from the Blood-Robed Alliance were just unlucky to run into me."
Though the disciples beside him were all wounded, they had won the battle after all, and they immediately flattered him. "Senior Brother Jiang is mighty."
"Jiang Bairen's strength isn't bad. He's somewhat stronger than an ordinary sixth-level Wheel-Nourishing Realm cultivator, but inferior to people like Zhu Dan and You Liufeng. He counts as above average." Watching Jiang Bairen roar arrogantly in the field, Kong Jiao made this assessment.
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