At the Hundred Herbs Sect, everyone held their breath. The atmosphere was taut as a drawn bow, and a great battle could erupt at any moment.
Li Xuancang faced four Divine Repository Realm cultivators head-on, refusing to yield an inch.
Sun Lin and the other three were equally unwilling to back down, confronting Li Xuancang needle for needle, awn for awn.
Boom!
The Hundred Herbs Sect drove the grand formation to its limit, its thunderous might relentlessly crushing down upon Li Xuancang.
Li Xuancang's icy gaze swept over the crowd, but he said nothing.
Li Xuancang's gaze carried an extreme sense of oppression. Sun Lin and the other three felt their hearts sink, their bodies tensing.
"Leave."
Li Xuancang did not accept Sun Lin's mediation. Nor did he attack again; instead, he left with Su Xinghai and the other man.
Watching the three depart, Sun Lin and the other three wore incomparably grim expressions, their eyes filled with worry.
Li Xuancang had clearly come to hold a grudge against them and would never let the matter rest.
Being targeted by such a monster left them deeply uneasy. They would have to tread carefully from now on.
"He left? Just like that?"
Everyone looked stunned, never expecting the matter to end so anticlimactically.
"Marquis Wu'an will never let this go. This matter is far from over."
Everyone knew that although Li Xuancang had withdrawn, it did not mean the matter had ended.
"Huff, huff..."
Dan Xuanzi and Cloudreturn Daoist panted heavily. Both were covered in wounds and in a sorry state.
After forcing Li Xuancang back, their taut bodies finally relaxed, only for piercing pain and endless exhaustion to wash over them.
After returning to the sect, they kept the grand formation activated.
They feared Li Xuancang would return after leaving