In midair, a vast mass of cultivators in Assorted Robes pressed down on the Green Family cultivators, forcing them to retreat again and again.
The leaders of both sides floated in the center, confronting one another.
The green-clad side was led by a white-haired, one-eyed old man. Behind him stood several middle-aged men and women, with the younger generation at the rear. He appeared to be the head of the Lineage.
The Assorted Robes side was represented by a tall, middle-aged man with a wooden expression.
"Kongzhu Xin, since things have come to this, hand over that treasure. Your Kongzhu family is guilty of possessing a jade; even if you were twice as strong and struggled twice as long, you still could not keep it."
"I've said it countless times already. There is no treasure. You have searched my Kongzhu family how many times now—are you still unwilling to let this go?"
The old man's expression was ugly to the extreme. All around him, his ears were filled with the cries of his own Lineage's children on the brink of death.
Yet none of their top experts dared to make a move. He knew perfectly well that if they acted, the enemy's even stronger upper echelon would act as well.
If it truly came to that, even their last sliver of hope for resistance would likely vanish.
"Ming'er, Jing'er, come over quickly!"
A woman on the other side transmitted her voice toward Lin Xin.
The Kongzhu siblings hurriedly led Lin Xin toward that side. Several people intercepted them midway, but the two waved their hands and sent out invisible halos of light that forced the attackers back.
Suddenly, a long blue blade shot in from the side, stabbing straight at Lin Xin's flank.
Clang!
Kongzhu Jing reached out and blocked