The sword moved, and the wind rose.
The all-pervading Xun wind overlapped with the sword shadows, weaving into a net as it swooped down to slaughter Su Shi'er and the others.
"Hmph! You Phantom Star Sect true disciples do have some backbone. Unfortunately... the price of clinging to that backbone is your lives!!!"
Sun Wenzhu's face was cold. His provocation had merely been casual; if he could truly make the Phantom Star Sect's true disciples turn against one another, so much the better.
If not, it would not cost him a thing.
After all, he had never expected such a scheme to succeed from the start.
With a sweep of the folding fan in his hand, true essence gathered and transformed into two enormous Wind-Riding Divine Eagles, which flew straight toward the spirit vessel carrying Su Shi'er and the others.
Duanmu Liuying and the Fire Flood Dragon behind her, its eyes as large as millstones as it rose into the air, reacted no slower.
One drew her sword, while the other stretched out its body from behind and spewed forth billowing flames...
Behind the three of them, the other Golden Pill Cultivators from the two sects did not remain idle either.
A dazzling variety of techniques streaked through the air in brilliant arcs, carrying the howl of splitting wind as they attacked Su Shi'er and the others from both front and rear.
Before the attacks even arrived, the invisible killing intent alone had already forced Su Shi'er to furrow his brow, as though facing a great enemy.
"Is battle... unavoidable?"
Squinting, Su Shi'er muttered softly as his thoughts raced.
If the Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation could hold back that Fire Flood Dragon, then if they found a way to deal with the cultivators of the Demon Shadow Palace and