Lan Yi did not answer. Instead, he asked:
"Azure Cloud Bandits?"
Feng Chang chuckled softly. "So what if I am? So what if I am not?"
Lan Yi frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Feng Chang's answer.
Just then, Feng Chang smiled and said to himself, "I am merely one who seeks the Dao."
Lan Yi shook his head and smiled as well, his smile natural and amiable. Yet the words from his mouth carried biting killing intent:
"Whoever you were before, I only know that you will be a dead man afterward."
"Oh?" Feng Chang did not grow angry upon hearing this. "Dean Lan is so confident. Can you really kill me?"
Lan Yi said nothing. He merely smiled.
"What if you add me?" He Changkong's voice came from behind. Liu Zhiming and Tao Jingbai stood at his side.
Crimson beacon smoke unique to Three Blood Exchanges suddenly surged into the sky—not one stream, but three.
Beyond that, Qin Anming and the others refused to fall behind, each erupting with their own aura.
In an instant, the entire battlefield fell silent.
At that moment, a full eleven streams of Qi-Blood Beacon Smoke rose into the air.
The countless bandits on the battlefield were dumbstruck. What virtue or ability did they possess to provoke so many Qi-Blood Realm martial artists into besieging and killing them?
Eleven streams of Qi-Blood Beacon Smoke shrouded the depths of Azure Radiance Mountain like divine pillars. The martial artists of Verdant Grain County immediately saw their fighting spirit soar, their morale greatly bolstered.
The terrifying pressure caused signs of a rout among the bandits. This was no longer their previous quiet escape, but an open and shameless flight.
Feng Chang paid no heed to these deserters. The moment he had appeared, his goal had already been achieved.