Li Qinghe was still heartsick over the Netherworld Sacred Coins the King Divine General had taken from him, so heartsick he could hardly breathe. Then he saw so many Guardian Yin Soldiers and sucked in a cold breath. "Where did you get so many Guardian Yin Soldiers...?"
Dragon Mountain had Guardian Yin Soldiers too, and in its heyday, it had possessed even more. But this was the Age of Declining Dharma. For all of Dragon Mountain to have a few dozen Guardian Yin Soldiers now would already be remarkable.
Yet before his eyes, the General's Temple had sent out hundreds of them. How was that possible? Even with his Golden Elixir cultivation, he could never have performed Ritual Refinement on so many.
Much less could the mere General's Temple. It was not that Li Qinghe looked down on the General's Temple, but if the Dragon Mountain Sect was a first-rate sect, the General's Temple far away in the Southern Seas was third-rate at best. Why would he give it a second glance?
Yet the strength this third-rate sect had suddenly revealed startled Li Qinghe to the core.
He had thought using a killing move as powerful as the Yellow Springs Netherworld Formation against the General's Temple was cautious enough.
Never had he imagined the General's Temple was this strong. Besides Tang Changsheng, it had someone even more formidable.
That person had not only held back the Yellow Springs Netherworld Formation but seized his Netherworld Sacred Coins in the process. Now hundreds of Guardian Yin Soldiers had appeared at once.
The strength on display sent Li Qinghe's heart plummeting to the bottom of the valley.
Even the Blood-Robed Daoist would have broken out in a cold sweat if he had not already refined away his flesh and formed a body of